Million of ideas cook up in our mental stoves,
Minute by minute our mind travel miles away,
If wishes were horses, beggars might ride,
Quality messages get lost in the noise,
The tide falls and rises,
The tongue of the ocean licks the seashore,
The tail of the lion wiggles joyfully at the prey,
The tune of the music pour fragrance on the soul,
We follow a path while limitless trail exist,
We fiddle with the wind, rather than generate a fortune from it,
We feel comfortable with the ‘norm’,
We fit into the accepted ‘average’,
Ability cries for responsibility,
Creativity wait to croon out real adventure,
Pity get decorated while empathy beg for a seat,
Piety desires to cream in credibility,
We’ve got to challenge the conventional tide,
Broaden the boundaries of tradition,
Violate the expectations of the norm,
Prohibit the limits that restrict our potentials,
The onion must live to its last chapter,
The anthem of custom needs a reviving vibe,
Mediocrity heartbeat calls for surgery,
The fabricated barriers of prejudice must leap over.
The breath in your nose has a purpose,
The lines on your palms is not a confused map,
Your eardrum still dances to mosquito rhythm,
Your vision is designed with boundless limits.
Get a notepad, who are you? Write it down!
Get a sticky note, why are you here? Scribble it!
Get a tablet, how should you journey here? Inscribe it!
Make it plain, so that it can be read on the run.
Keep CLIMB (Changing Little Into MegaBucks) Alive.