The young Fella embarked on the journey of thousand miles,
With an empty bag and a thinking mind,
A heart full of hopes and the eyes full of love
Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
The sun bestowed warmth, the rains happiness,
The air breath and the earth life,
It garnered all in its bag and moved ahead
Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
Came along notes to complete the harmony,
It sounded so good and
the soul felt happy,
It garnered all in its bag and moved ahead
Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
Then came a storm annihilating every tone,
The notes were disoriented and the harmony forfeited,
It garnered the remains in its bag and moved ahead
Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
Moving along came an oasis,
With trees and friends and life galore,
It feared to garner them in its bag and move ahead
Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
Could the fella prevent the sun from bestowing warmth,
Rains happiness, air breath and the earth life?
How can then it prevent
facets and souls from coming along?
It garnered them all in its bag and moved ahead
Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
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