To live in pencil lines, br As if drifting along the path of an arrow, br Creating boundaries; where lines should go, br Are lines not dots moving in a particular flow? br Life in pencil lines, a genies role, br Even if drawn before i was born, br Undo it myself, my eraser screams, br and say it myself, my pencil smudges, br Can even create the King's dreams, br How do you want it my mind says, br sketching you plans till the final days, br When ideas speaks in mortar gray, br Then my best work should be myself, br Creating beautiful mind on life's canvas, br With ultimate achievement around through the universe, br the requisite need of a fulfilling destiny. br With life in pencil lines, br The only regret may; br be the one who sketches plans, br Without the plan of his own life.