A CELEBRATION OF BEING ALIVE

Yoga is the noblest of sages for serenity,

Where the flower blooms in us with compassion of eternity,

The inner light arises at the time when the world is asleep,

In form of pranava in our each breathe make us reap,

The fruit of erudition with clear possibilities are because of ashtanga,

He who can self-control his emotions can believe in happiness of hanga,

The great author Rabindhranath Tagore once said, 

"The meaning of our self is found in realisation of yoga" which our lead,

Yoga is an art which is filled with various colourful activities,

From lazy being to a supernatural soul our everyday becomes festivities,

Jivamukti releases all the darkness of sin hidden in our heart,

For thee the flow of spirit oblige us to behove as a stupendous wort,

The vigorous striving stretches its arms towards perfection,

Into a heavenly freedom (Yoga) to awake my country's protection,

Yoga is a celebration of being alive in God's memories,

Each moment we live in are the ensue of pilates which formulate treasuries.