Tumbling came the tumbleweed,
stumbling in my tail wind path of walk,
It rolled and meandered all over the grassland,
gave me company for sometime on my lonesome path.
My mind thought for a moment,
How thrilling it is when a diaspora meets a diaspore,
I stumble here by the stroke of destiny,
you meet me here defying all odds with the act of divinity.
Thoughts of where we came from always lives in our memory,
Unknown where we will go, we just tumble along the paths of our lives,
When we rest, we scatter our seeds of thoughts and life,
tumbling through thick and thin, we have spent our lives.
Pretty soon our paths will diverge,
we will roll away in different unknown directions,
Your worry free composure teaches me a great lesson,
tumble away merrily in life, keep the happiness tumbling in the heart.
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