If pride had not been crushed by billows of reality,
how can we profoundly realise how painstaking it is for us to reach the target afar?
if a dream has not suffered, the extremes of falling off a cliff,
how can we know who is actually endowed with invisible wings?
swallow the tears into your heart,
So they grow into a stout flower
at the time of exhaustion we are able to smell
smell the way with our closed eyes
As if we have slumbered soundly till dawn
still singing and walking with brisk pace……