I should draw the dream that’s been rooted down
And also the dreams that have been lost
within the road of thousand miles of suffering
that we crossed stealthily in the transcending
of inhuman to Anatma, wouldn’t they have a chance
to join in this Exodus towards the light of heaven?
In this shimmering colors of the evening
After a tedious span of time of the noon
That’s been scratched our tender conscious
But yet the sudden feelings of that dream roots
Drag us through the ground with the speed of light
and imagined that we just touch the ground again
With its subterranean root and hence ‘should be hold with
the conscious eyes only!’ are you listening this chant, versifier!