The world have had its heroes,
Born out of nothing but flesh
Wreathing a fine tomorrow,
Writhing it to betterment.
Tomorrows went by;
But too soon came "THE PRESENT".
So did the impenetrable lupines...
The turbid minded people.
Thought they did, of tomorrow,
But gave little to it.
Soon disappeared the phrase-
" A FINE TOMORROW ".
I am very ordinary,
Neither a freak nor special,
But knew I could change it all...
I could weave a "Fine Tomorrow".
All the world needed was nothing,
But 'just' academics...Hence,
Sayings changed, they rewrote-
"A fine tomorrow comes with false prestige".
How wrong were those soberly fools,
That fine tomorrow comes to us alone...
Not to the world!!!
Not a signature that we leave our children!!!
Let my Lyrics reach out far,
Beyond the horizon that lie,
The only difference between us and the masters-
They excelled in their life- to be a complete man...