Pollution is floating over forest,
Tress are making noise to purify.
Vision is expressed well so far,
Time to time purification is urged,
Noise breaks silence and joy cries,
Silence emerges by path of purity.
Calmness is ever expected further,
Peace dwells in lap of silence,
Noisy vision no more captures aim,
Ambition is designed to carry light.
We hope and expect to determine life,
Time is tedious and never gets tired,
We have to walk the eternal path more,
No tiredness we like, we love joy ever.