Lastly everyone has a bed of soil and a sheet of ashes,
We got life like a toy of glasses!
All toys are decorated in the same shop, false-true, good-bad, sweet-blooded,
For a few days all of them looked beautiful and bright,
But then the flying colors, scattered limbs, all become faded!
As I grew up, I became dwarf,
Our life is just made of glass!
Silence got lips and lips sounded,
Everything is here discriminated or everything is bounded!
We all will have come with fist and go away with the open palm,
Feet get the path, but they also keep changing, nowhere get stop!
We have also got this mind as mad fellow,
Life shows as beautiful box but deep inside quite hollow!
Noisy morning and crazy afternoon,
The evening was sensible but it would also be deaf and dumb boon,
Then night which was the most beautiful and quiet,
My beloved night came with the message of a far distance,
And Just Run away soon after giving the verdict,
Only White sheet found in the end,
We got life like a small holiday get fixed!