I know not anything
But myself in a valley of valleys
To where the sun could not sneak a look in
And the moon never flings his exquisite dream.
My resplendent spirit inches every iota of time
Slipping and slithering gasping and choking
Wheezing and whining Curling and cursing
I know not what made me to move forth
Not the name not the fame
Not the mirth and not the worth
When I scaled of the summit
Splendid! The enrichment and nobility
I never heard of spread as red carpet.
When I am atop I look at every thing
From the eyes of my mind and soul
I want to be at the top
and never to fall down.
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