Sometimes I saw you in a sad face,
It’s because of your dedication,
With everyone you can’t keep pace,
That’ll throw you under perturbation.
Someone won’t try even to understand,
They are blind they can’t get the way-
And they can’t see your spread hand.
Fools won’t realize whatever you pray.
I respect the dedication you possess,
I wish I could gain a bit of that!
Praying for you; May my lord bless!
Sprinkle love wherever you look at.
I can’t express you by these lines few,
Tiny, but we like the beauty in the dew.