Mortal human being
Being marred with sin,
Bounded with time
Standing on the line.
In a world of illusion
Seeing long long vision,
One after the other
Falling like a feather.
The rose blooming high
Laughs at ones which fall,
Your time comes nigh
The falling ones call.
Caught up with sorrow and death
Till the last moment of breath,
Cannot ignore the truth of life
That we all are born to die.
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