Is glory of life measured by the number of deserts crossed,
Or by counting the grains of sand that in form of time, gently slip your palm?
By climbing the highest mountains of ambitions and greed,
Or by plunging deep and winning against the fathomless sea of mundane misery?
Does the answer lie in the strength of dew drop that balms the weary soul,
Or in the dance of heavenly stars that lights the cosmos?
There are billion roads & more that lead to the answer for the eyes that seek them on the outside,
But for the ones who employ their wisdom, the answers lies buried in the depths of their souls.