I am evergreen
Like the sweet light of dawn
Like Karthik's new paddy
Like the shy smile of a lover
Like a baby's first words.
O historians of the world
write history of the future about me
Write fiction, not fairy tales!
O archeologists of the world
In ancient civilizations, digging the soil
You will not Find me
You will find me in the future!
In the past, present, future
I am evergreen, great in new mantras.
The white marble stone of the Taj will decay one day
Even the peaks of the Himalayas will become monotonous one day
The freckles of old age will fall on the tender skin of the beloved
The most beautiful people in the world will come down in the parade!
But know friend, I am not in that procession
I'm new forever, take a look on me
You will never be tired!!