Success

Success

Success, A Chameleon's Guise

Changes color, with each life's sunrise.

The kid shrieked success, a shining sound,

A gold star, today, on hallowed ground.

My letters, each a perfect, tiny art,

Fitted the alphabet, right from the start.

Then, a few years older, success shifted form:

The child beamed, weathering life's first storm,

With centum marks on the unit's test.

Parents' praises, a loving, firm behest,

Bound him to futures, fiercely blessed.

Teenager's ego swelled, a triumphant share,

A love letter, from a girl beyond compare.

Hard to win, admired by all, she held the key,

His victory now, to her whims, utterly free.

The young man unfurled his vibrant dream,

An MNC job, a steady, flowing stream.

Good earnings, vacations, far and wide,

Chilling out where distant breezes ride.

The middle-aged man, a burden released,

Paid off the last EMI, his spirit appeased.

The house, lived in for a decade's span,

Now truly his, a fresh repair plan.

The retiring busy bee, a final, sweet cheer,

For longed-for rest, no task to fear.

Basking in the golden light of years,

Of toil, now ripened with rewards and cheers.

The patient in the hospital bed, serene,

Congratulated himself, on life's new scene.

Successful transplant, a precious, fragile gain,

A few more years, through joy and pain.

I too chased these triumphs, one by one,

Till a quiet saint, beneath the setting sun,

Revealed a path, deeply profound,

True success, no worldly gain, was found.

It was measured by a heart unbound,

From eons of accumulated ground.