O my god !
Am I Omar ?

An idea drove home
I may Be Homer !

I shake with fear ,
at the thought, that I am William Shakespeare !

But are my words of any worth ?
Sometimes I think I am William Wordsworth !

In the game of life I can’t win a cent
Often I think I am Van Gogh Vincent !

I have won Oscars in my dreams that are wild
Who knows, I might have been Oscar wilde !

I paint with a passion, but they never pick me , an ass’ole
Many friends privately agree, I could be Pablo Picasso !

I am earnest, don’t hem or hedge my way
Is it possible that I am Ernest Hemingway !

I am an angel, my calculation is always macro
Admirers believe I am Michael Angelo !

I am a lord and master of estate that is barren
And a thought often occurs, that I may be Lord Byron !

In the ARTY circles, I carry a tag of a bore
But few friends think : I may have been Tagore !

How can this be ? How can this be true ?
That I am all these great men, yet simply Sunil, Sunil who ?

But in me is the seed that will one day bud, Ha!
I shall flower, yes I shall flower, into A Gautam Budha !!!