All these notes we exchange may
One day become an art to be preserved.
Or Brown Paper –
Or words in calculator, or
Someone, may do some research
I do not know what you think –
May be to you these are
merely rusted waste paper.

These notes lay bricks for tomorrow-
At least for me, because I always live,
To breath in the next morning
thinking to be more pleasant bright and beautiful,
I can step outside the boundary in opaque sun shine
There is no salt in eyes , only an ocean of morning dews

These notes I send are full of hopes wrapped in unlimited trust
may help the world walk ahead to become more beautiful
Produce more arable lands, more irrigation water,
Bring more crystal waves of light and cleaner oxygen
to breathe and more life to live.

New economics of today bound to make room for
another invention in the days to come.
The contour of Commerce
will have altogether different dimension and dynamics of growth
living will change leaving behind the geometry of thoughts
yet the emotional existence will move forward like a child inside ,
even after severe earthquake, killer volcano and devastating tsunami