Ambition

The ambition’s job

Is a pretty snob
For those show and flash
A token of greatness rash

Holding my mind steady

I keep my senses ready
Not to get carried away
It is a bad way

Happy content in being my self

I shall not ever waiver
To be there at the end still hanging
I have my courage singing

The song of the revolution in me

Buzzes like an eager bee
Having toiled and boiled
To the hardest degree

Ankur