People do not rise from ash;
That’s what the phoenix does!
Neither have they had bare beginnings;
They have clothes wrapped around them,
As they wander in search of a job,

Or to sell their wares!

It happens like magic,
That their lives turn inside out,
Passion kills and ambition too!
Dear people get a life soon?
For those who witness it call it karma,
Those who don’t, call it magic!

Fate and destiny are for winners to praise,
For mediocres just to ogle and crave.
It’s the inner glory that helps them win;
A solid foundation that survives every quake!
You are special do believe this,
To desires and wantings do not give in!