Inspiration stuck my head,
Leaving my brain dead,
The relation of formulae started ahead,
Making my brain weak and afraid,
Though one side I went,
Leaving the unclear end,
But inspiration never told me to bend,
Even during the sand storms or hail beds,
It was inspiration,
That forced told me to stick to one end,
Though that was not much like the fluffy soft beds,
Pushed me through rough mead,
Leaving just a tumbled head,
And told me to fulfil my destination and dreams wide and spread,
That wasn’t much in those tends,
Like a Hopeless fountain kingdom album that Hasley sends,
On you tube my dear friends,
It was all apart from the world writing pens,
Even not ordinary as paying the rents,
The journey that even I threatened.
But finally, it was inspiration who followed me at every footstep,
Making hope in my respiratory set,
Helped me realized that the life’s journey was still left,
To calm down and be still and set,
Not to create the hard-earned destination end again into a threat.
-By Vishvi Aurora
in our life we get inspired by some or the other things in our life which later becomes a role model for us and helps us push really hard even in our hardest times.
