Into the narrow path, I walked
A long road, with lots of bends
Guarded with variety of houses,
Animals, Birds & trees

Voices everywhere as mobile messenger on air
Rain of tamarind, as clouds of children on top of trees clash
Innocent faces, holding the wrinkles of hard work
Soft & slender hand with bands of burden
Sweeping the family slowly but happily

Dark of sweat, hidden in the light of joy
Might of unity, Exposed by their charity
Soft & tender breeze carries us into the world of dream
As the horn of bus heard, woke up to see dream come true