The turning of the day came
No stopping in between times
The thoughts are random
Just spread dust on the road.

A lamp is seen in the front
What it tells by whispering
Adds the mantra of moving forward
Hope awakens in mind.

Those who are in the back
Chase on the way.

A feeling of being-sought-after
Noises in the heart.

Life passes on like this
At the river bank of the Helmsman of Earth.