A dark shadow
Busy as bee
Nothing to see,
No matter what!

Is it a Horrible Horror
How he will face his Dear?
With sobbing Heart
Without any tear.

Neither an Anchor to hold back
Nor a Sail to take there,
But, a guiding light
Whose Love shows the way.

Is one in a million,
Never looks for praise
Just goes on quietly working
For those, he Loves most.

He doesn't know the variation of day and night,
Always...