And the life will pass away
Against all odds like a stream
Bouncing through the undulating lands
All will be gone in a second
The wealth, name, writings and
The souls you call relatives and friends
And the life will vanish
From this earth like a bubble
Leaving no trace of its birth and death
It will be meaningless to
Remember it with its origin,
Religion, caste, creed, name and faith
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