What can a man be without ambition?
And a heart be without passion ?
Dark shadows,
Are due to grace of even brighter light,
And no glories for the bright dawn,
Without the dull darkness of night,

What will be value of sweet without sour?
Or without thorn, Of a beautiful flower?
A heart,
Will always carry burden of regret,
And eyes ,
Will always shed tears, helpless and desperate,

What will happiness mean without sorrow?
What will success be without failure ?
Maybe false and hollow,
After the hot summers,
There will always be reliving monsoon,
So it will always be foolish,
To give up hope too soon, too soon

Far away in the enchanted land,
An exotic and shiny leaved tree stands,
Laden with fruits sweet and sour,
And with blooming,withering,
Innocent flowers,
Time after time,
Again and again,
Like an addicted man,
I reach for its fruits,
And from them,then,
The scene from my past shoots,
Bringing back memories, so vivid and clear,
Reminding of companions, loved and dear,
Leaving me with melancholy longing,
Or with regret my heart throbbing,
Soft rustling, noisy bustling,
Of its shiny leaves,
A web of nostalgia and solitude weaves,
I don't know who planted it there,
Was it god?
Or his angels,So beautiful and fair?
All i know is that,
Deep in my heart,
On soft shifting sands,
An exotic and shiny leaved tree stands,