Every morning the motor inside me reverberate the

deeds which I could have done and be fruitful,

To stay relevant in the current era molding into a marionette

which you never are and should be,

Getting tangled in the intricacies of life which you are never

gonna decipher during the minuscule span of your life,

Being ideal for others is like jumping into an ocean to find a species

which only exist in your fictitious dream,

Be idolize and revered by a group which would evanesce

in the blink of an eye and be irrelevant for your future generation,

But at night when the motor switches off again that one question which

peeks into your mind “WHAT FOR”.