I wish I would be a ocean
Full of treasures...

Standing in the mist
With a drop of dew...

I was a petite seed
and no one paid any heed...

The sensitive heart wrapped by the hard cocoon
Thousand blows strike the shell...

Sometimes life seems like a curtailed song
With a kaput tune and a meaningless lyric...

No one comprehends the true me
Even I myself am oblivious...

Life is a game of chess
With inticacy countless...

Is human life a memorable book
Containing events astonishing as well as that made...

1 cup of ambition
and 1 cup of passion...

Hanging on the branches
Swinging with the wind...

Oh river oh river, flowing on your own route
Not willing to perturb, so surging with less toot...

When the early morning sun rises
We feel it is end of all crisis...