Impossible Or I Am Possible? Poem by Mihir Tejura

Alas! The unsinkable did sank century ago,
In the battlefield of time,
There's probability in zero that you're sure,
Yesterday, our success,
Today we strive to make it,
Tomorrow, not in black and white,
Day after, not even in soft,
Time-an ocean of indefinites
An extempore, notta elocution,
Go win it! !
Move with your manoeuvre, conquer the earth.
Nothing impossible, there is,
Or perhaps, everything, a possibility.
Effulgent can diminish its brightness,
Leader, a follower could be
In li'l time of non-viewable movement by retina
of seconds hand of watch .
Maestro becomes a servant,
Servant, even adopts begging,
A legendary pen holder,
Could lift sword, pen already thrown.
And even Caesar can lose! ! !
Impossibilities, bound to be possible,
In thy nest of time,
We birds bound to surprise ourselves.
Endeavour long success for, may make us lose,
A small fluke effort may make us grand winner.
One plus one eleven, could be
And apple may go up! !
Impossible possible in the crusade of life,
If "HE" wishes so, And if "HE" strives for,
Impossible or I am possible? ? ? ! !