Running through the darkness,

Into a world of hope;

Let’s all hold hands,

And together try to cope.


Misery and delight are the phases of life,

Where we all have to endure.

Laugh as hard as you can, since,

Unaware we are of our tenure.


Believe in your instincts,

Fill compassion in your core.

Remember! We are the lions,

That never forget to roar.


We lay the moral and ethical bricks,

Of the walls of our being.

The walls maybe strong or feeble, but,

Always must we aim to become like the Ganges serene!


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