I stand on a lonely night,
Watching stars without any fights,
Staring them with sense unknown,
nor of anger, Nor of love or frown,
Those little stars away from me,
with the distance unmeasurable or acceptable to me;
where life and painful reality becomes reasonless,
where dreams and ideas are real and reasonable;
The beauty of such bountiful land,
where blood is worthless, so is life or existence,
one what is worth is ideals and commitment,
Attracts me, calls me,
the sweetness of the air there,
is lovable and full of care,
The darkness of the path;
excites me,
full of risks and accidents;
are all welcoming and accepting to me;
the place where everybody fears to tread;
is full of risks and casualties;
In that domain,
just life and existence has lost its meaning,
where a life without self realization and execution of the same;
is just another Life wasted.
