It’s really messing up pottering around
To turn a blind eye to flurry ground
Neither mediocre nor quip appeal
He gets nothing from worthless deal
He found himself on dark solitude
Cushioned by burnt-out conviction
A vanished glory, a ruined passion
That’s what left as he takes the feud
In bygone years, he was lying on prestige
Upraised by insignia of tribute
Fulfilled by remarks and salute
But then he needs growth, not a life abridged
Carried by the burst of wind may grind
Alit on the vast and vicious world
Various whiz were far and wide
He’s gonna fight thru brain and mind
Several alterations bother him
Getting used to new life- intensely intricate
Attuning himself into another ambiance
And getting along with entities of own wit
He seem to be belittled and demeaned
But he did not stop! He kept it heightened
He suddenly said I’m just vaguely focused!
That’s when he remembered....
He was casted on a howl of wisdom
Shaped-up on the nature’s free will
Ye’ enlightened by a devout hum
Maneuvered by a sophisticated touch
He was fired-up by eminence, must be kept blazing
He etched fame, must not lose it
Facing life’s exploits, must not cede nor forfeit
In entirety, he must be mind-boggling
That was just a part of aforesaid growth
And normal curve of a thought-provoking truth
He might lose a strand of his golden hair
But surely it will compensate triumph in fair
Their currents turned awry! –Hamlet uttered
He maybe pertaining to brook of life flowing ceaselessly
Either rapid or calm let it lead, wait patiently
For it will end up to the ocean of amalgam acumen
