One dream at a time, one light burning deep inside
One hope that refuses to die and one shoulder to cry
These are the small things that keep me moving forward
How often do we share, our smiles or our tears
Life is so small, to live in our fears
I never asked for much, and look at what I have
Millions of moments to smile, cry and laugh with my dears
You will find your answers, maybe not now, perhaps not ever
How does it matter?
You still have your questions to tickle your mind
To make you smile, to make you cry
to live your life.
Shilpa Roy Kota 