"And if And if the moon drinks from the lips of the river to quench its thirst, And if it then sinks to make her shiver and steal her heart. The ripples on the surface tell about her pleasure at first, Then the ripples' pace grows stronger, creating art. And if the wind entangles in the branches of a tree to make it sway, To make it sing a song that brings peace and glee. And if their souls mingle and they break free from life's play, Oh, the flowers, oh, what fruits there will be. And there's a hearth inside the cold and calm earth, Where a seed lays in mirth, in the sleep of its birth. There's a concern that comes when love comes forth, That if I have to be without you, then what is my worth? ©Sumit Sehrawat"