Persistence

By Somali Mukherjee

I burn midnight oil;
All day do I toil;
Yet, don’t get success;
Life is full of mess;
Why such injustice?
In spite of practice?
Life is hard and tough;
We cry, people laugh;
I trust to succeed;
Though sometimes I bleed,
I will not give up,
To get Fortune’s club.

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