In the quest for happiness how many did conquer?
I see through the half painted curtains of dawn
The quest for which they call life’s struggle is irrevocably reborn.
The sky, today reminded the old birds of their flight
Most of us recall the world has survived.
How many of us had voice, but not words to express?
The quiet love of hearts in spring
And then, moonflowers as fresh as unanswered grief.
How many of us did toil to survive?
......
The ebony skies endowed with the avalanche of the tempest and rainstorms,
Eventually, euphoria cherishes, with silver lining emerging from the omniosity amidst the diminishing hailstorms.
A goldfinch doesn't learn to soar across the heavens right from its cradle,
With the passage of the unscrupulous time, it unfurls its wings ensheathed with mirth.
A phoenix burns in the sanguine blood of the imperious flames,
Nonetheless, it rises with the wings of gold, with an imperishable sentiment of vigor.
......
In the quest for happiness how many did conquer?
I see through the half painted curtains of dawn
The quest for which they call life’s struggle is irrevocably reborn.
The sky, today reminded the old birds of their flight
Most of us recall the world has survived.
How many of us had voice, but not words to express?
The quiet love of hearts in spring
And then, moonflowers as fresh as unanswered grief.
How many of us did toil to survive?
......
The ebony skies endowed with the avalanche of the tempest and rainstorms,
Eventually, euphoria cherishes, with silver lining emerging from the omniosity amidst the diminishing hailstorms.
A goldfinch doesn't learn to soar across the heavens right from its cradle,
With the passage of the unscrupulous time, it unfurls its wings ensheathed with mirth.
A phoenix burns in the sanguine blood of the imperious flames,
Nonetheless, it rises with the wings of gold, with an imperishable sentiment of vigor.
......