Only because of indominable will,
I have been singing still,
Though the pain has engrossed my heart,
Though the sleepless night make me draft...
Wishes have hived off my heart from all truths of life.

In it's own way, it just have been flowing...
Always laugh at every convivial atmosphere...
Never forget to smile even at grief...
As consoling oneself is not the life,
But to live the life this is the way which now become my habit.