Intention without action
This leads to zero
But intention with action
Makes one a hero.

Imagine a young boy at ten
Having good desires and aspirations
His heart desires grow like fern
Many goods he thinks together in combination.

The boy now, becomes a teenager
And associates himself with weeds
The looters and the pillagers
Who influence his life negatively indeed.

The boy now at twenty
His life has been diminished apart
The then desires dissolve now like a pessary
"It is not over!" A counselor alerts.

The boy later reshapes his ways
A great opportunity for re-destination
He resents about his past mistakes
Oh! It is a time for rigid determination.

He is now busy, working for goals
But the way is parlous
He is now being molested on the road
As a result of obstacles and allures.

He is now a man, becoming old gradually
Behold! The whole time has been wasted
Having no gain to show eventually
Behold! The whole of his life has been devastated.

He is now regretting, waiting for a marvellous redemption
But behold! All things are scattered
Having no action to take with numerous intentions
What a pity! All dreams are shattered.