Whether east or west,,throbs in the heart

Though buried in the pages of art,

When people dig the the mounds of time

Around the habitats made of bark and lime

Emerges the glow of life lost in art and science

Layers of land and bottoms of seas whisper

'Undo, what rouge of time ,burdens us ever,'

dear men of times leave aside things whatever

And to make out the Lord who made you all

Reckon with what is revealed,more of truth

Sieve it out from all allegorical belief of myth

father and mother be your immediate deities

So are theirs and others unto all the fairies

North and South twisted to the wheel of Time.

The nature springs up the life of green and fine

Grow and cherish in your own way,O Life,

Although might be the spell of universal

strife the passions entwined with love and longing

Made life magnetic making metamorphic.

The forms tilted to formless and life listless

The end opened up with a newer begining

And never yet, the begining ended with knowing!