Feet Swap Pebbles

Vishweshwara, my lord my devotion I was once born; I think you knew it I lost something far, not far from my feet But now it is extreme from my heart It is my confidence, courage, curiosity I am missing my poetic ardor I am lacking my statistic fervor I am omitting my valor Once I used to be a victor Now nighters of it a sector Once I used to be like me Now a word branded to be inspiration is stabbing me. Once my dreams used be as cumbersome as clouds Daring and baring the heavy heat of sun But now I am left as one with notions none There is no hope to cope up with any agile pressure. But still I will not stop as I am pale Till the last atom of most popular oxygen I inhale. The line of attack I toddle may gaze sole But my emotions are full and whole in its role.