Man comes alone, goes alone
All have to pay this loan
As soon as he grows
Surrounded by sorrows.
Tries to learn nothing
But claims to know everything.
He talks about evenings
And has no worry for mornings.
He goes to school daily
But studies there hardly.
He goes to the college
For what kind of knowledge.
He lives in the society
And finds many kinds of variety.
He moves for job with hard labour
And goes on and on for ever.
When he grows old
He himself is to fold
And then wants only rest
As he thinks it is the best.
In the last he is lost
Without knowing the life's cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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