Why am I submerged in a sea of sorrows,
When the world is a bed of roses for some?
Why am i standing in the queue of men,
When the hall of fame is adorned by a few??
But then, it's not me alone there standing,
For behind, there are a few more thousands waiting!
I do not know, whether it is like this that i can console,
A loser i may be now, yet a winner to be!!
