Tender, soft, unspoken,
Like the soft petals of flowers,
That grow at the shores of waters,
Would I describe my in-built passion
With a desire to make it my very fashion.
With a flashy smile on my face,
would I hide my tears with ease.
Because for my passion I will cry
And watch as my tears dry.
With confidence like a lion,
Would I let my passion known.
For my nation I will cry.
To my creator I will pray.
For my passion is the very sought peace.