When life is playing it's tricks
Then what is the use to carry a stick
The ways are long and mystic
O-Yo what is fuss with stones and bricks

Music is everything we hear
some are in rhyme and some in tear
we are puppets in the hands of fate, mere
What we do and why so, then why fear?


Bulls are carrying the cart now
Put all your burden on them thou
They won't complain why you left cow
Fate is cruel for them but how?

Bees are churning honey from nectars
What hectic job they do who's actor
Sweet we call and take for health factor
Why all good work of their's go distractor?