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.
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