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.