The Infrequent Poet ...

Only If...

The last week in the dank evening,
She returned home all frustrated and fuming ,
Stomping she entered her room ,
And banged the door shut in doom.

Everyone in the house saw this act of hers,
But none pay heed because she'd failed in her papers,
All were dejected, they remarked her enough,
None understood that coping up had become tough.

Then grandma moved in her room and sat beside her bed,

While she clumsily lay upside down on the bed,

Showing lack of acknowledgement ,

Wherein grandma knew the treatment.

" My child how many times did you fall,

while you learnt to walk?",grandma emphatically asked.

Although she ignored, she tried to recall.

"I don't remember , do you?", she counter-asked.

"No sweety, I was busy watching you survive,

through your tide," grandma thoughtfully implied.

"Not once , not twice, the each time you'd strive,

You fell but you rose again in pride.

When at the umpteenth time, it was achieved,

The euphoria on your face crystallized."

The girl's stress was now relieved,

She shouldn't give up, she realized.

Only if these turn of events had taken place ,

Her act of killing would have been precluded,

Only if someone had come to her solace,

She was useless, she wouldn't have concluded.

Only if anyone had motivated,

That coffin wouldn't have carried her name,

Only if she hadn't been isolated,

Hardwork could have paved way to fame.

That day, while her self- confidence tumbled,

Depression won the game ,

"Death at the cost of a failure," her spirit mumbled,

The rest bow their heads in shame.

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