Mohammed Niyaz
My dedication was tortured with pressure.
My perfection was literally almost average at the end.
In the race of being the best, i became the one who himself couldn’t find though regions of test.
Except you, nobody can point fingers on you.
Because you are the sole reason of your own track.
The way you keep on to search the inner person of yours.
You make the way the way it was destined.
At the ages, i felt to achieve my dreams with plans.
But things continued to make a turn unless being reserved.
The name i was having, the fame i won’t.
This is the only effected memoir of mine that met me to achieve life’s bounty with a role reversal.
© Mohammed Niyaz