Rising To Fame

_Rising To Fame_

It was really hard,
To reach up;
To this high level.
Only Dream was..
To be recognised,
For a well known cause.
So here I'm,
Rising To Fame.
By the hard work,
Which I was borne for.
Writing was just a hobby,
As every other person has one.
But soon it turned into passion,
Which is very rare to find for.
Being nocturnal,
Ain't a sin.
When you can write,
Your heart out;
With the pen's ink.
Nobody knew about it,
My hobby turned into passion.
When one fine day,
I rose to fame;
Getting recognition of my name.
Though bagged numerous awards,
And broke my previous records;
 I felt somewhere empty.
Somewhere in life,
I felt a bit lonely.
When my passion,
Met my writing hobby.
That emptiness just flew away,
As a water drop;
Evaporates before touching the surface.

_Prathamesh Nalawade "A Writer"