From the primitive boring life,
Till the beauty of nature's agrandise,
There will be a million thoughts,
Which will be an archway of success aloft.
From the harmonisation of the nature's song,
Till an aeon of human nature's adorn,
There will be some or other defection,
Which will be a mistake forgiven.
From the apocalypse earthquake, Till a predator in its alert wake,
There is a nature's chain
Whoever will interrupt it, nature will bring it pain.
From the exquisite of midnight,
Till the superfluous energy of sunlight,
There will be always a diminutive willingness,
Which will sum up in time to see your happiness.
With lots of love,
Raghav Pathak.
