Where are the reputation's lovers?
All hands raised are demanding cash.
Empty pocket seeking followers,
My aim was counted as a trash.

I claimed to be a pious lad,
Seeking people's support without cash.
Not knowing there backup was a fad,
In the longrun , I ended up in crash.

My travels went along with weight,
Where many ideas were fully weighed.
Hard currency determined the fate,
Without it, no accolade.

I want to have the accolade by duress,
I don't want to feel depressed.
Whereas, having it is not stress,
Just for those who're naturally blessed.

A softened hope makes life sweet,
Those who'll crash we have hope,
Those who'll reign we have a rosy thought.
I have a hope and I hold its rope.

© ALAKAMUIDEEN