Swing around, and the stories are the same,
There’s pain, both in obscurity as well as fame.
Shelter on the road, or home in the sky;
Everyone still harbors the dream to fly.
Behind the glitz, beneath the penury;
Scratch the surface and the tears are common to see.
Age on the face, or the energy in the walks,
Time is a mute witness to the same jokes and talks.
Hands muddied in the fields or holding the coffee and the file,
Success and Failure for both plays out in the same style
Around the bonfire, over the drinks,
About similar story, everyone thinks.
Life is such a great leveller,
Weaves the same tales — for the peon as well as his sir.