Where no one can disdain Where no one feel be scorned Where no one try to brag Where no one feel helpless Where no one try to fight Where no one try to get rid of Where no need of a barren land Where no need of desert insight Where no need of any shyness Where we would ready to hear the truth And take it as a tweet of bird Where flowers’ beauty and fragrance Can lessen pangs and sorrows of This cruel cunning ugly world And we would start to dance in breeze With the jocund company of You When a tiny, an innocent Shining and transparent dew drop That cannot miss a chance in hurry To make a snap impatiently Be a witness! Bless us O’ Lord! Bless us a chance O’ my Lord!