All these years, all those words I spoke if chained, can wrap the world once,
All these years, the love I expressed, if stacked can touch the moon,
All these years, all those dreams of mine, if shot can turn into dozen movies
All these years, the moments of joy, if turned a memoir, another Taj would have born...
All these years,  the tears I shed can become a Diamond, a Diamond tree might have sprung.