Wonderful Lady

Calls me from behind,

Ready to saunter with me 

For a long time,

My bosom friend,

The failure never makes me alone.

Trying to give worthy lessons,

She snuggles me to feel all the criticism.

Pointing me towards 

The path where her lovely sister,

The success 

Waits for the suitable candidate,

She whispers the mantra of winning her.

Plausible becomes her idea,

Sanguine becomes my determination and 

Craving becomes my culmination 

To meet the wonderful lady.