The Fire Eater
If “failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor” (Truman Capote), how spicy do you like your success stories?-Daily Prompt
Taking things as they befall,
P hardly sees his failures.
If success comes, it’s by pure luck,
Despite his efforts to hinder.
Practising to become an artiste,
All he achieved was discord
That grated on his neighbours’ nerves,
As he played the violin with resonance.
He tried to be a famous scribe
But not a tome could he write;
He still has this fervour though,
That he would soon win the Booker.
Not just in arts but in work and life,
Success still evades him.
He carries on blissfully,
Oblivious of all his failures.
If you ask how his successes
Were spiced by his failures,
He would turn around and ask you
“What in the world is failure?”
Eating fiery chillies, at first,
May burn your tongue and tum.
If you eat them again and again?
The punch is gone, it’s bland and plain!
Folks who know P well believe, this is what has happened to him! Poor P can’t sense his failures any more!
