A Bundle Of Contradictions

One, two, three, The verdict's out, And you are free, From the anticipation of anxiety;
But it's not what you'd hoped, And you're now left to cope - With a loss, Of the greatest magnitude;
At first, you see not the pitying stares, You hear not the words of comfort; You only feel, Absolute emptiness; 
After a while, The reality sinks in, You - who had the most radiant of smiles - Finally break down and cry;
You despair,  Over how miserably you've fared;  You blame the entire universe - For conspiring against you; 
Then your mind begins to feed, You with fierce, formidable fears, Of not being able to succeed, In the task you just miserably failed in; 
Then a while later, You realize, That time is a prize, A treasure not intended to be wasted, On wasted tears, Or irrational fears;
Slowly, you rise, Shakily at first, Then growing firmer, As you take the next steps;
Then, without looking back, You give your all - Hard work, passion and grit, To see that you finally get…

So, the other day, I was just going through my English textbook and I was in desperate search of something that remotely resembled literature. 
You might ask, “Did you find anything that had the faintest trace of Shakespeare, Tennyson or Wordsworth?”
My answer: Heck, I didn’t even get anything that remotely resembled Chetan Bhagat.
You see, my textbook is a compilation of articles written on the Reader’s Digest or the Times Of India. As poems, it contains translation of Marathi poems which would have sounded much more interesting had they been left off in their native language.
This is the literature that we have. What a sad life.
However, despite of its flaws, the articles in my textbook are brimming with wisdom and some of the poems are really nice.
One such poem is “You May Be The Person I’m Looking For”.
What is this poem about?
This poem is basically a description of an idealistic kind of person – a person that the poet deeply admires.
And somehow, this poem got me thinking:
Who I…