Better luck next time

 

To the wily wind that threatened to lift me and sway me away,

I say, “Better luck next time.”

To the torrid sea that swelled & frothed to cast me adrift,

I say, “Better luck next time.”

To the arid breeze that parched my very essence,

I say, “Better luck next time.”

To the all the people who held me back, did not believe,

I say, “Better luck next time.”

 

For I believe that my next time is mine alone to write.

My next time is not a matter of luck or fate.

My next time is a matter of my belief in myself.

So to all saying, “Better luck next time.”

I say, “Yes! Better luck to you next time.”

For I shall create my own luck.


Image – Dulzis Jones via unsplash

 

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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