Untrained Professionals

What you know about aggressiveness , what you know about the timid and enthralled illusions of the magicians over the world?
They are in millions , billions and trillions.
Spread across the horizons of the world, they have faces, they bodies divided by gender, divided by borders, divided by caste, colour and creed, divided by minds and divided by one and one after the another...

They are Humans- All untrained profession in their lives.

Taking my individual case, in these millions , billions and trillions.
I am found in me not in first sights, not in words, not in works and even not in me.
Because I am lost, my professionalism nowhere, I am me I seem nowhere, my statue walks around the world...
On my face I hold my attitude my individualism borne, my formalism, and me myself altogether lying over millions of unpatched spots like dungeons of underground super priorities , its somewhere here.

Untrained professionalism lies betrayed on positive sites and else the strength lies carved in barks of shadowed willows spread across the visionary and imaginary skies.

I can't hold my ear to listen to world, they lay suffering, and I pass like one of the flow running over the rivers to the seas.

You know how that could be? I have told what I wanted to speak... and now that will be what I can speak...

I command the world, I teach them how to , and what not to, I learn myself and find myself in me, I can read the world, I can conquer the rest and I can win.

Where there's no ways, will be I , my shallow end be earth and height will be sky.