IN happy days of childhood gone;
the desire of becoming the great one was born,
becoming good and sacrificing were the motives
actions were creative and there were good deeds


as the time flies by now;
i realize the distracations which took me away somehow,
the age of dare takes most away
apparent aim of life ahead ,left behind on the way


the great one would be elaborated then
his success shall be appreciated by men;
oh! what about me who got stuck in between
wasted the precious time as it was ticking

the sum of my deeds will decide of me
but it,s never too late,to ahead see.