Journey
Though I walk, but my heart leaps,
My lips smile but my eyes weep,
Though leaves are still but the wind blows,
The ships are lull but the water flows.
The children are naughty innocent indeed,
No tensions, materialistic or greed,
All naturally comes through them,
Seeing which every heart condemns.
Cool breeze, lake water lapping,
Far in the forest the horses tapping,
Summer, winter spring and rainy days,
Seasons changes in different ways.
Two things overwhelm my sorrow,
Children nature they both never borrow,
Life is a dispute, life is a game,
It always changes, and ne’er be same.
So rock your heart and organize your soul;
Accelerate your journey, achieve your goal.
hotsona