The thorn that brings you to the jail of melancholy
Will soon help and bring you in the glory of holy.
For you will try to stand firmly in midst of scarcity,
And you’ll hope will peep from the bible of veracity.
And now you’re ventilated with faith and trust in your heart,
Happiness, fame and love will make peace in human art.

Though you were made lame, weak, alone and unfortunate,
Although you were bundled by knots that could hamper you to punctuate,
Still there is effort in the dazzling star of one’s cremate
And you’ll know that life is not just a wheel,
Because its rotation will never be the same as you dream
For it is like a wave that will continue flowing up to God’s realm!

Though you were strayed yesterday and now you’re crying,
I can assure you that tomorrow you’ll look in the mirror while giggling.
You will notice, you’ll discover the inner beauty in you
The quality of benevolence you will learn to treasure and preview.
In the end that you need an answer for your solitude
In the end that you’ll discover it is belief in beatitude