When the soothing radiations of the fireball,
touched the flora of Sapiens Hall
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The Journey Begins...
When the soothing radiations of the fireball,
touched the flora of Sapiens Hall
The dejected beside the window,
was full of emotions which were ready to overflow
Seclusion declares to be a non-commuter,
but he made it his own nectar
Almighty gives a chance,
which is always in abeyance
Diligence is the mother of good luck,
Does this really works?
All the questions were too circuitous
for which he had no answers
Sitting in a nondescript station,
dreaming of being in a mansion
To reach the summit, he made himself ready
But the burden of expectations were too heavy
The blessings of his parents gave many opportune,
But he proclaimed the verdict of Lord as misfortune
No Gates, No Buffet, No Walt
ultimately realized that it was his own fault
Lessons are to be learnt from past,
soon he realized to go for breakfast
The soul of life is to remain happy and gay,
because when will Yam embrace you, you can never say.