
Into the oblivion we rise,
Into the path we walk,
As the sea rises,
We too rise.
As it goes down,
We stand risen.
As the acorn falls we play,
As the sun goes we play.
The big happenings are stopped for we laugh and in laughter we stand true.
Adios!

Into the oblivion we rise,
Into the path we walk,
As the sea rises,
We too rise.
As it goes down,
We stand risen.
As the acorn falls we play,
As the sun goes we play.
The big happenings are stopped for we laugh and in laughter we stand true.
Adios!

Roses are my kin,
I like them for they are made true in sunshine.
Roses are my kin,
In beauty and in nature,
There is nothing like their glory and asking.
Roses are my kin,
For my maternal grandfather was an expert gardener and they truly blossomed without anything.
Simply his love made them grow.
Roses are truly my kin,
For in roses,
We have found,
What we had lost.
Adios!

In this rainy season,
Birds fly to their domain above.
With love in their hearts and food in their mouths.
In this rainy season,
We go out with raincoat or an umbrella.
Thinking for the best and going along with it
Happy monsoon.
Adios!


A farm full of happiness,
Is a rarity now a days.
We do the best that can be done for and by us.
A farm which produces many goods and bakery items,
Is famous for it’s own repute,
But a farm full of happiness is such a treasure which very least of all any one gets.
Adios!

The sort of a book,
Which you would read has to be lucid,
Well written and full of adventures and fantasy.
And that means one has to be a untiring reader to make the best use of one’s time.
So, read a good sort of book and be happy.
Adios!