Hope you are doing well! This is my first poem, ever and I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it.
One died in the dawn of reality,
A dream she saw with open eyes.
A dream she believed could be true.
One died from lack of discipline,
A dream she thought was her passion.
A dream she nurtured as her own.
One died in the chaos of life, pathless,
A dream she lost without direction,
A dream she lost without dedication.
Above all, died a hundred,
Withering away in the chilling cold,
As she learned the Fear of Failure.
Author of Shikhandini