A cycle of life, a rhythmic flow.

Amidst the chaos of this world,

A longing for peace unfurled.

A quest for meaning, a search for truth,

A yearning for something beyond our youth.

In the vast expanse of the universe,

We are mere specks, a cosmic verse.

Yet, we possess a power untold,

To shape our fate, to be bold.

The seasons come and go,

A cycle of life, a rhythmic flow.

The leaves turn red, the snow falls white,

The spring blooms, a symphony of light.

But beneath the surface of this facade,

A darker force, a hidden squad.

The pain, the suffering, the tears we shed,

The weight of life, too heavy to tread.

Yet, in the midst of this darkness,

A glimmer of hope, a spark of brightness.

A hand to hold, a heart to share,

A light to guide us, a love to bear.

So let us rise above our fears,

Embrace our scars, and dry our tears.

For in this journey of life we undertake,

We find our strength, our will to make.

And as we traverse this path unknown,

We leave behind the seeds we've sown.

A legacy of love, of grace, of light,

A gift to the world, a shining sight.

So let us stand tall, let us be true,

To ourselves, to others, to all we do.

For in the end, it is not what we take,

But what we give, that makes us great.

(Dihash)