I saw a young man dropped out of envy br His heart was stagnant and heavy br Many ways contradicted his br They searched for a way to see him in abyss br But his glory was what he reflect on br His wills and aims, they turned down. br br Life was never friendly with him br His dreams were shrinking and slim br The hand of the earth was so heavy on him. br br Eyes were gazing on him with wickedness br Tremors are coming with fullness. br What then is his ways to life? br With all turned to strife. br br I saw the way he was brut led br On the day he searched for help br His body stranded and fully unkempt. br br He looked else where for a savior br Who then does he endeavor? br He would smile when love call on him br He would cry when his prime seems slim. br br Alone he stands at this dark corner of the road br Carrying pains of heavy load. br His thought were wide and ungracious br Things going on look preposterous. br br He stood and was looking for dream br His tears was forming stream. br Gradually he found a spacious way to live br With zest, his dreams he strive. br br What turned out bad br Is now good. br He finally enjoyed the good alone.