When little we saw, everything held us in awe.
The Gulmohar in monsoon, the caterpillar's cocoon.
The passenger adjacent, the ants nascent,
The hills afar, and bottles ajar.
Now we know so much anew, surprises are yet so few.
The bells disturb, colors are a different hue.
The rain pesters, and summer gives a dark view.
What use is such sanity and growing up,
That teaches us, rise and suit up.
That there is just today to work,
That yesterday was a Tuk-tuk, but tomorrow will be a Merc.
That teaches us, rise and suit up.
That there is just today to work,
That yesterday was a Tuk-tuk, but tomorrow will be a Merc.
