Second Chance Poem by Varsha M

In composure ardent he stand
Even though stout as a candlestand
Aims like a cupid's shot
Piercing right at the spot.

Challenges too steep to climb
Often recede our uncertain limb
But a closed door behind
Leave us with no option but to proceed.

Fearing is no solution
Rewarding is permutaion and combination
We try even after failure desire not to leave
With this notion, someday all chord strike together.

A second chance to try another round
Blessed are all those who never drowned.