The sight was endless so does the wonders of plight.
Neither I could judge the happenings and yet here I am in dilemma of wrong and right.
Moving ahead, I realised who am I to judge the sainty,
And here’s the miracles taking place and yet I have no sight of my cynical mind.
Infinite to finite I have no idea what where begins,
Just with no ends and no beginnings that’s how dreams come to life.
Oh Ru The Soul….©®