Great wars are fought within..
In sleepless nights..
While chewing nails..
With pounding heartbeat !

Under shadow of past..
In fear of future..
Fighting the present..
As a snail crossing the street !

Smothering the conscience..
With yet another compromise..
To oblige the society..
By serving your dreams to feast !

But not anymore.. come change the course..
Ignite the zeal.. better turn the wheel..
If world goes west.. let’s go to east..
You may fall.. but you dared at least..
Do sow your dreams.. fruit though be bitter or sweet !