O fellow! where are you going?
Without the final destination knowing!
A journey of yours begins in a road;
Full of differently shaded trees, broad.
Lord, the king of kings dwells at the other end,
Counting all the succours you lend.
He eagerly waits for your arrival;
With love as pure and divine as a crystal.
Some trees may give you shelters good;
But remember they may change with their mood!
No doubt, some may love you more than their life,
But could make you cry during a strife
Diversely some may fall before you down
No wrong...