The kettle filled with hope boils
When you shiver in winter breeze
Fed by the wishes of faith
To rise to steam state.
The vapors that glows in heart
From your thoughts spreads through out
The aspirations spreading through room
Your wishes converted to steam.
So holding on to your thoughts in heart
Where ever you go relate
To change to favorable line of fate
To reach your life’s happiness gate.
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