A desire might be unreal
Still one dreams of it
Regret will never bring off solace
Don't fall short on ambition of it
Heart might be jittered
It wouldn't let one have cosiness
Let cognition be mature and felt
Otherwise life would be ruinous
Fulfillment is not the happiness
Even though it has been achieved
If struggle can't bring forth the victor
Never let joy be ever vanished
Neither let past obstruct today
Nor let passion die down hereafter
If time has virtue of healing
Life is a gem and so living is a treasure
Still one dreams of it
Regret will never bring off solace
Don't fall short on ambition of it
Heart might be jittered
It wouldn't let one have cosiness
Let cognition be mature and felt
Otherwise life would be ruinous
Fulfillment is not the happiness
Even though it has been achieved
If struggle can't bring forth the victor
Never let joy be ever vanished
Neither let past obstruct today
Nor let passion die down hereafter
If time has virtue of healing
Life is a gem and so living is a treasure