Whilst among the rain cloud,
An eagle flies above,
All the talk in the world,
Goes to an outperformer,
But this has gone for far too long
A change is what I sought,
For those who turn a blind eye,
May this be your final turning,
For not all that glitter is gold,
For once not all that wins is strong,
For once the end is decided,
For nothing is but; Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
© Jaya Sharma