Swing

 Swing


—Deen Sayeedin


The sound of failure all around—

I dive into failure again.


The summer friends of good days, in unfamiliar form,

I dive into failure again.


The terrible faces of those I loved—

I dive into failure again.


Loved ones invest their money,

And I drown in the trap of debt.


Reprimands echo on every side;

Success, it seems, has sailed to the West.

Echoes, echoes—of laughter all around.


I make a vow to myself:

Maybe I will rise, or maybe I will die—

But still, I will hold on.


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