Sometimes when i sit alone and aim high
I hear my inner soul remorsefully sigh;
For, gone are the days when i could
But indolence had taken away the spirit of my mood.
Though many persons today call me an achiever
But i know i was not serious in my endeavour;
A sense of dissatisfaction tortures heart's deepest core
When i think i could have achieved much more.
So tears rush and fall in this solitary night
And finally i promise myself a future so bright;
Where there is no regrets and nothing to moan
And the ray of hope compels awful nights to melt ...