Beyond the parched land,
Is always a path to stream.
Inside every heart,
Is a desire to scream.
Every desert will have a mirage,
Every mind will have illusions.
To read the truth is a need for those,
Who wish to keep a clear vision.
Hurdles will come,
Will resist you from success.
To move ahead to reach your goal,
You need not have much to possess,
All would fall in place,
With a pinch of determination.
Nothing can strike you on face.
No hurdle, no snag can blur your vision,
Every desert will have a mirage,
Every mind will have illusions.
To read the truth is a need for those,
Who wish to keep a clear vision.
