The
young lady geared up herself,
to
interview Mr. Bill Gates
maybe
he, d' wealthiest person
on
this blue planet
She
acted outspoken,
and
asked, "Mr. Gates,
will
you please elaborate,
what's
d' secret of your success?"
Gates
thought for a brief moment,
then
to his drawer, he unexcitedly went
and
whipped out his checkbook
held
it out to the lady and spoke
"Write
down any amount you need"
she
looked around, felt awkward indeed
She
replied, rather shyly
"This
is not what I meant, sir, frankly"
in an
unalike way put d' same question
"So
smoothly, how you work out things?"
He
responded in a matching manner,
handed
over d' checkbook once more
She
had refused to collect it earlier,
and
now she still declined the offer
He
then tore up d' check in to bits
went
up to the dustbin to dump it
further,
he unexcitedly asked her
"Is
d' secret of my success, now clear?
Not
to miss opportunities as you just did,
to
be a rich reporter in d' world you missed
d'
golden chance you overlooked,
I
truly meant it, to trust me, you refused
instantly
opportunities often appear,
but
they won't be always there
it's
our lifelong mental blocks,
to
grab those, refuse to allow us
we get
too much brainwashed,
convinced,
we deserve a better chance
practice
d' right set of circumstances to face,
and
the suitable moments to encash
Opportunity
when presents by itself,
our
instinct to act swiftly to detect
if
not grabbed fast enough, it’ll vanish
to
fulfill the next eager person's wish
that
moment, it might seem awkward,
but
carries your career fast forward
Can't
afford to be skeptical of everything
of
our prosperity, it might be d' beginning
if
willing to take calculated risks,
on
occasions, they transform d' life
In the
corona era,
to work one need not commute
internet
gifts endless scopes, can't refute
d'
workplace shifted right into our homes
services
provided whatever may come
blinded
by fear, dimmed our visibility
somehow
impels us,
to
decline any aureate opportunity
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