It was a stormy night
I was standing out there without any fright.
In the middle looking nowhere
and possibly everywhere.
I didn't know what to do
probably after what all I had gone through.
After all the efforts I put
I expected some result.
But here standing was I, a failure
and now nothing could lure.
All dreams were dashed
but a 'hope' unabashed.
Yes, a hope.
A hope to start all over again
right from scratch.
I tried, tried and tried,
the hope within never died.
For I knew this 
Trial is the first step to success.
And finally, I made it.
I was happy and did scream,
for I had fulfilled my dream.
A dream of being there, on the top
and never to stop.
I was no more a failure,
instead, was a winner.
I remembered that stormy night
and the hope which gave me reason to strive,
to surge ahead and learn
that HOPE is the essence of life.