Success and Solitude seem
As two side of a coin
Success is an irony!
It brings you an illusory happiness
To veil your eyes
As it cunningly steals something real
From behind your back
For every success
There is a contest
For every winner
There are a dozen losers
The winner stands alone
Tasting glory
The losers stand below
Together and applaud
The applause, the fame
Doesn’t last forever
And when the world goes around again
Standing alone on a pedestal
Silent thoughts come and go…
Success goes to the head they say
And Solitude attacks the heart!
For every success
There are a dozen sacrifices
For every winner
There must be few behind
For whom winning is never an aim
For every winner
There must be few behind
For whom the reward was only compromise
For every sound of a clap
There is a stifled sob somewhere
For every winner going forward
There must be few left behind
Success is toughest
On those left behind.
~ Aishwarya Raman
