It was good to be quiet,

Let mind fly,

Those narrow paths in the wild...


It felt good to be withdrawn,

Let thoughts fly,

Unreachable heights...


It feels good to feel detached,

Dwell deeper inside,

Guided by the soul to safer plains...


You are alive, you are dead,

I feel the loss,

Worship the treasure you left...


My days I spend thinking of the wealth,

I live, I lost,

Few battles, few titles...


What I never owned,

I can never,

But, guard it like a owner in a secret tower...


It is good to be quite,

Lost in the silence,

My reminiscences heard within me...


It feels good to feel,

the pain withdrawn,

From a wound that doesn't exist anymore...


It feels good to see the lives,

From the footprints, sprang alive

The lives torn from inside.... 

fresh at times, crushed sometimes,

But rising up every time with vigour and power...


I promise to be the land,

When crushed, hold and comfort,

When sprung alive, to look and smile...


It is good to be quite,

Lost in the silence,

My reminiscences heard within me...