Being truthful to myself

Even though I be successful, 
I don't know how it will be in panorama of universe,

Though I am healthy,
I know nature can bend and knell me,

Even though I live stable life,
I know I am still touched by dualistic phenomenon of pleasure and pain,

I doubt over universal right or wrong,
because ultimately when I look back,
I find to see right and wrong only in human limited perspective plane,
I still don't know anything,

But when in deep silence,
After intense concentration,
When i sit still,
I loose almost everything for moments,
but still I come back,
and go ahead again,

back and forth,
forth and back,
relative success has kissed me,
so many times, 
that it has become boring show,
Still I go ahead for success,
not for my sake,
but for some higher goodwill,

success is not matter,
what matters is it is like Marigold round,
one after another, cycles which never end!

I have lost so many times in my inner battle,
still i rise back to carry on life,

But I know,
someday all has to end,
thats for sure,
for a fresh start again,
because all which starts,
must end,
only unborn can be deathless.