So busy crawling forward,
The old lad with a high head,
Minding the track forward,
Forgot his trial behind.
The mighty horse called time,
Riding with a freight speed,
Crushed the pity man,
Pushing him back to begin.
Asking the reason, his destiny said,
“You were so busy dealing with who you are now,
Forgetting all about whom you were before,
Leading to a wrong trail, my friend..”
All of us need a set back,
A topple over one step, a failure,
For us to notice the ground,
Which was beneath our feet all the while!