Came to knock the door
I mistook as misfortunes

Standing and waited to answer
No answer was given by me

I opened it to check
to sense the silence

It was still there
with the light in hand

To show me the way
Which I missed in my negligence

I hold the torch
to lead the life this time

Khushian spread in my way
nurtured by my sweat and
strong will

Now comforts I feel on the path full of thrones

As I also mastered the skill to change them into roses
for the welfare of others