Time runs like a wind storm,

Which comes and takes away every sweet memory.

Never again it gives back your time, in any form,

And no one can be found in this cruel world time to fulfill your lovely story.

Why are you so rude today?

Is it because you are unhappy?

Part of nature is you whom I see everyday,

Your beauty is pleasant which makes all happy.

Nature you are, the wind, the sky, the green trees

Is all so lovely and a pure piece of peace.

Loneliness is Pain