"Click". It switched. Unequivocally different. Through those hardships We finally turned around. Perhaps reflections and glimmers Gave us sight when we could not claim But the panoramic put the shimmer To shame. Thank you. In this brilliance we rose Hoping to understand why the routine drifts away in prose For every detail and every insight The neurons kept firing in question, Let us speak for it is time To mark this audacity in rhyme. Although subtle The cues went noticed The portrait tact And yet somehow, Obtruded. But lets digress from these colors Let the light paint our shadow For the steps keep calling with a subtle vibration We know its time.