Some budding hopes;
And happiness impending,
Some dried tears,
And conquered fears.
Some dreams yet to be flourished;
And screams - still unnoticed,
With some glimpses continued;
And the visions upcoming,
With some beginnings;
Along with some endings.
It starts with a trembling limb;
Waiting for the applauds,
Sometimes mocked; and halfway cherished,
The waiting was one of the failures.

It failed; it failed to be success;
But succeed to be the process.
It's not anymore trembled
On its own small universe.
Victory; can be reassembled,
Until, the cravings run through the nerves...
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