You a few lines from my book. A tapestry of poems. Success. It's more than nine to five. It's your will and wish. It's a couple of risks. It's your persistent push. Hope. She quietly creeps in. While you wallow in despair, you rush to greet her. You cajole her to stay. She calls herself hope. She helps you cope. Dreams when dreams are born, don't let them die. Chase them like a lion chasing its prey
