Ah..that hardworking boy
by going through all the hurdles
reached the end point
but found no joy.
Where had he done the mistake
what else should he know
a fair salary, a small recognition
what else does he need to show.
What next was his obvious question
but could not figure out what exactly
from where does now he take suggestions
he achieved this listening to others keenly.
At last to find the everlasting joy
he gave his inner voice a chance
to his astonishment,
it was much closer than imagined
a creation of divine,
he found his Passion.
His passion though cannot
guarantee him fame,
may be he forgotten in oblivion
might be not it guarantee money
but having found the joy
he would follow the frost
to road not taken.
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