You nurture an ambition
Of becoming great;
You cherish the hope of
Helping the poor;
You decide to bring up your children
In the best of traditions;
And you plan for a life
Full of events…
Alas! Then comes a gale
That rocks and uproots
The tree of aspirations
To fall flat
On the bosom of Time.
K. V. Venkataramana
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