He travelled on an path which was inky His thoughts were cynical and stringy He plunged into the swamp of failures. Where pessimistic claws pounce Where his legacy was cut down to an ounce. Everywhere It was dark and obnoxious And suddenly a scintilla of hope appeared Which changed his course of thoughts and made his problems disappeared he constructed his glittery swathe And built his ostentatious empire. His aura spread like a blooming spathe And his sucess like a wild fire. Now he was an ace in the card deck And a king in the game of chess. Now, his diary was his cheque And this was his chronicle of success.