Daruma

Marked by the bloom of my first failure,

Till then, life was thought to be a lot merrier.

It was when the bubble of lie busted,

I wondered if lone my sword was rusted.

Morals and virtue quarreled with no gain,

But the doll of Daruma was no vain.

Instilled the lessons of a warrior;

For a fighter, defeats are no barrier.

Stand again strong if you fall,

Thriving till the end makes you tall.

Those will perish who are wimp,

Stands tall the doll with no limp.

'Fate conquers when visions are late;

victories are made with verity, even if delayed.'