But let me make you remember
Where were you when I stood tall?
It’s a nature’s proverbial formula
That the one who once was at top
Without any visible fault comes down at bottom
After certain interval or gap
Seeing upon me crash down
You may laugh loud or flash an insulting smile
But could you tell me after reaching top
How would you stop your decline?
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