And I take reins from here
Before coming IRMA I was a real fighter
In quest of selfish pursuits a true warrior
But now the fighter, the warrior is lost somewhere
And I take reins from here
IRMA taught me its not necessary to fight
But its necessary to strive
Strive not for self only
Because Almighty didn’t me make me lonely
The question still fresh “Why we are here and why they are there”
And I take reins from here
IRMA sent me closer to the root to make me grounded
And the realities which I saw made me astounded
The quest still remains but not for money or fame
The quest still remains but not limited to selfish aim
The fighter has gone and the striver came
The striver has a rejuvenated soul and a new name
Let time take its own toll and unfold pages of future
And I take reins from here 
A feeble man like me has nothing more to offer
But the promise to strive for “cause” IRMA ingrained in me to work for
Everything else atleast at this moment remains dizzier
So accept Good-Bye from this “Barefoot Manger”
And I take reins from here.
