Whenever do I greatness behold ,

The fold of thoughts do unfold.

They take me to a world hitherto unknown.

A world where I`m well `known`

And no longer something to disown.

Where it`s not a `signature` anymore

But an `autograph` worth crore.

Where the sun has `risen`,

And would never go out of vision,

Where I stand strong alone

Quite well on my own.

Though now with these dreams I lie in a nook,

There`s a reason these thoughts in my mind cook.

The reason is tumultuous transformation

Transformation of the dreary days that passed

And left me wildly aghast

Where the sun didn`t shine

And success I didn`t find

Where it was all raining

And there was no `silver lining`.

Where glory was fleeting

And my heart was left bleeding.

henceforth,

great is the nature,perfection the habit,

humility the path and zenith the ambit.