So many dreams have I dreamt…but yet, here I am
To you I may be minuscule, which, I do not see
Who or why I am what I am, I do not know
For all my lapses some say I have come down perhaps octillion lives, where even the count of money is yet to arrive. Just may be at that time, I may get to see that ray of light when women, men or something else says… I am an octillionier… where such a word is yet to exist.
What my fate is I don’t know…. May the greater forces give me grace, so that I will be humble and real lowly for my fates sake! Give me strength to be a prey for something larger than I am today. For in that act of willingness I may ascend, even though the climb is way, way beyond the horizon, which I cannot see
But today, for some strange reason- perhaps an auspicious augury-I appear before you. Look at me more that once, the more you see me you will see, and that even I shine glimpses of my creator’s glory.