If...

If flying kites get entangled

I shall think my anger queued up

If the Earth tears down

I shall think of pouring my honesty down

If the land slide, slide on me

I shall think my dream come true 

to live in paradise

If the hard work doesn't reap any fruits

I shall think there is no hope to live

If flowers don't blossom as white as jasmine 

I shall think my character is tortured

when its time for clouds to shed

I shall think to float along with the current

If my head falls from my shoulders

I shall gladly offer to Lord Almighty