The inauguration of the wheel of life
Commences
As soon as inhaling starts
With the first breathe of air
Calculations launch
Seconds, hours and days spread their wings
The touch that provides a new dawn to life
As kith and kin like roots fix deeper and deeper
Till the fathoms of generations
Presenting a welcome address
To the foundation of a great drama
The vicious circle of life measures
Centuries and centuries
Weaves new dreams
In ever new tunes
Remodeling old stories with
Great touch ups
Silently hanging soul
Like an oasis for a while,
as a vacated spring for a bit
And collapsing as a sick feeling at some other time
'I-feeling' creeping and seeping into every cell
Every selfish possession of mine
As hot steam fogs the vision
Spare a wink of your time
Warn the unconscious soul
What right one had to wait for some one
To spread a red carpet
From the land of birth to grave yard
Why don’t I myself lay a new path
Oh! What a fill of satisfaction
Till the last step of journey
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