Dawn\'s Relentless Forge
In the haze of dawn where Marina\'s waves crash soft against the shore,
A young soul rises, eyes fixed on towers that scrape the humid sky.
He threads through horns and spice-scent streets, his laptop heavy as resolve,
Dreaming of codes that bend the world—SAP lines weaving futures tight.
From literature\'s old whispers, he forges steel in HR\'s quiet wars,
Internships like battles won in boardrooms thick with chai and plans.
Luxury calls from marble halls and Tokyo\'s cherry-blossom grace,
Yet roots dig deep in Tamil soil, where history hums in temple stone.
He crafts his words like rap beats sharp, invests in stocks that pulse like heart,
No surrender to the grind; this fire burns through every shadowed night.
One day the city bends to him, not him to her relentless roar—
For dreamers forge their own damn path, unyielding, wild, forever more.