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