Dreams so high, up in the sky,
Entered a tyro for a role to try,
Hostile like a forest of tundra,
Were first few days in Mahindra!
Thorns replaced his bed of roses,
Vulpine were his all new bosses,
Not a place he ever wanted,
Hymns of devil he did chanted!
Escape route he conspired,
Anything but this, he aspired,
Joined hands with akin rookies,
Of “original sin” they ate cookies!
Made a map that seemed to rap,
All his roles he did zap,
Lack of focus bought a spill,
Kept on running an injured will!
Delayed though reached a point,
Desperately awaited door anoint,
Wise men warned of current realms,
Undeterred he followed his dreams!!
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