Oh Master of the sky,
What you love more,
Clouds of rain, roaring in vain
Or its light of sun’s might?
Dear Lord of Ocean,
What’s your aim of life, then
A tide touching high the sky
Or a tide down to lowest of earth?
Holding a tiny share,
Gods of land !
What renders you more thrill
Heights of Himalayas
Or warmth of Crust?
Or you all just like us,
Loving life with its ups and down.
Will you agree with me that,
Living is not about permanence,
Its beauty of transience
Which creates the heart of Living ?
