Last night was the perkiest of all trust me,
The finishing line will be even more elusive,
The wish to grow up as a man within,
Truly is going to be far more decisive.
Among the infinite attempts to restore the mobile fourth dimension to stand still,
We never grasped that our hair will one day turn into grey,
And if we wish to reach to the pinnacle by them,
We must now act determinedly to have faith in our last say.
Jotting down the conquest is rather easier I must say,
But what about the discomforts we will embark upon in the approach?
Will our soul still repudiate our dreamt triumphs?
That very moment we promise to hang on till the last station in that same coach.
Okey then…If we have made it till here,
Let an innovative vision get captured by our eyes,
Come-on, get ready once more fellows,
Let us shine more than all shines, we Brainites…