life is a continuous journey till death
There are both flowers and thorns in its wreath
One always strives for name and repute
Rest assuring that one may not face any dispute
In one’persuit for excellence and dominance
one takes every step with due conscience and diligence
No matter it takes years for one’s image to be maintained
one blackspot of public illusion gets entire prominence drained
To keep one unblemished and spotless,is like walking on sword’s edge
One wrong step taken,though unintentionally,
is sure to get one’s fame wedged
This practice of looking for other’s dark spots need to be checked
As with a matter of chance,spots get inter-changed like in the game of chess
