To Akshat - On Success

Ask me not how the heart feels;
For its difficult to show what it conceals.
Happiness has come like a flood
There is joy in every drop of blood.

All prayers heard
All dreams come true
And all stuck up
With the strongest glue.

The clouds have poured
Like showers of joy
Clearing the path for
A NEW MORN'S LIGHT.

The light of glory
The sound of victory
You, my friend,
Have become a legend.

For all those relentless and painful days,
Have, at last, by your ecstatic ways
Have given you the fruit that lakhs persevere,
But few can get.

So my friend
Whatever you do
May success always
Brighten your days

Sarit Guha Thakurta