The turn of the changed day came
The times are not stopping.
Thoughts are random
Only the dust of the path are spreading.

A lamp, though seen in the front
Whispers something in the ear.
Delivers the mantra to move forward
Hope awakens in the soul.

Those who are in front and behind
Chasing on the way to leap forward.
A feeling of desire-accomplishment
Makes noises in the middle of the mind.

This is how life passes
On the Oarsman’s river’s quay.