Aspire To Inspire

To a kid, the world has to offer a professional sketch,

But he aspires freedom, far from this wretch.

They say, "Climb mountains of power and pelf."

Discarding, one's own self,

Creation fettered by greed,

When heart calls, pay no heed.

Freedom, Prowess, Mastery all are shriveled,

When his lively soul, was crippled.

They gave him a map to navigate,

But he chooses to wander, creating his own fate.

He is on a raft, rowing rudderless,

Yet swayed in singing, his carefree chorus.

He was a lively squirrel, puffed with elation,

Crippled under, financial and social abrogation.

The limitation is a mental game,

Used to sabotage, his Herculean aim.

He breaks free his spirit, chained by responsibilities,

Through his aspirations, fuelled by surreal possibilities.

He conquered his nightmarish shackles,

To tread into a life full of miracles.

He strode forward to find himself,

But forgot, the journey, is to create oneself.

An architect, an artist, an aviator,

Now he first perceived himself, a creator.

Books became his sumptuous feast,

Mind morphed, into a mighty beast.

He envisions an opulent yet, grounded future,

He knows humility carves, the best sculpture.

Building a personal fortune is not legendary,

The upliftment of humankind is elementary.

Power and prestige, are far from a master's indexes,

Yet exceptional influential life, is an artist's cathexis.

To the world, his epic dancing appears mad.

Later his magnificent triumph is their new fad.

Vincent van Gogh, unfettered by pompous applause,

Yet his artworks are celebrated as posthumous applause.

Hence he knows, neither the plans nor the peaked ambitions,

Paves a way for elite destinations,

Only, if determination and commitment in life soar,

For all his prowess ,his empire will roar.