Flame of Mastery

The world's a gift that God gave us, That filled with precious things for us To live thou must adore such things, That Creator of the earth bestowed. Life's beautiful ain't always easy, The more ye live the hard ye notice All things demand at greater prices, The Flame of Mastery starts ascending. To shine the world to light the dark, To bring the hope to lighten souls Thou must believe to bring such change, To change the circumstance of World. And thou must have the courteous soul, To light the world from different verge Perhaps 'twill make thou soul prepared, To strive towards the flawless-real. Downward thy feet the thorns are grinding, You feel as if you've lost everything But then thou straighten ’cause thou remembered, That passion thou have is incompleted. Thy soul starts sturdy thy brain starts judgement, Thy desired soul is still displeasing Unless achieved the success ye want, Alas! That moment thy spirit tranquilize. As Shakespeare said in one of his plays; “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, And some have greatness thrust upon them.” In “Twelfth Night” these all he revealed.