Is ambition vicious, which chains your soul to materialistic desires
Or is it my own inability to process the inner thoughts
Which give way to anti-salvation?
I am , as much a saint, a mask too
Which wants to feel a name , only to burn it later.

But if you ask me, to choose between my love and ambition
I shall choose the former, no doubt.

My heart yearns for what I know not
Asks for whose fulfillment, I realise not
Yet, I do believe, one day
I will get what only we know in this world