His eyes and ambitions
Sore high into the sky
But his acts and deeds
Lie flat on the earth alone

His vocabulary sing songs with the clouds
Banging the hearts and souls with lightning speed
But his writings strive hard on the sand
As if to absorb the tears that roll down from his own sight

What he has thus to glance in the broken mirror?
Thousands of images in split seconds
But is surprised and shocked
Not even a single one resembles him in complete My dear!

When he looks deeper into the swiftly flowing stream
A shaky picture of him grabs his attention
With very much desolation he spits at the sky
Very many drops of it splash on his face itself

If you propose to do bad or ill to others
You have to get prepared to receive many a bane in turn
If you decide and wish others’ welfare
It multiplies in number and bless you all along