An obsession to be a triumphant crept in my mind,
And I was then on the cloud nineth.
I wanted to eradicate the problems of poor fidget,
& eliminate the miserable conditions of wretched.
Making several rules,I pulled down the scoundrels.
& made the people disclose about their swindle.
After many attempts,there was an a ubiquitous unity,
& I was the vanguard of that great morality.
But my demeanour then turned to rage,
When I came to know that it was all fancy.
An instinct feeling had made me drowsy,
Really,it was a great Reverie.
