I wrote a poem related to my last post, 'The motive of our existence' you know a better way to know that if failure is the main thing that keeps you back from doing what you like or what you want to achieve, then you might like to embrace failure and keep your ego aside. A request to you that dont copy the poem while everyone of you has the potential to write a poem on their own, if you copy it would a stealth, please be humble or its your wish. I may even fail in convincing you but that would not stop me from doing what i wanted to do.


We live on the ground,
can’t we fall down?
 We’re afraid to stayand experience failure
Its better at bay,
instead to suffer.

We live on ground,
can’t we fall down?
 No, this isn't manly,
Get up, face up and go up
Face this truth bravely
stay happy, shout out loud.

We live on ground,
can’t we fall down?

Life is short,  never long enough,
don’t depend when you descend
this is God’s thanksgiving
Enjoy it, don’t let it end.

We live on ground,
can’t we fall down?

-Arpit Kaushal

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