Really a lottery,
This life.
You are all
The participants
Here in this process.
Anyone can asks
Lottery for what,
Let me say
Lottery for house,
For food,
For health,
For power,
For wealth
For anything here.
Here on this earth,
We know nothing is
By chance,
Still we rush
Towards lottery,
How fools we are!
We know this life
Is not for us
Yet we are envious.
How fools we are!
We are the participants
In the play of death,
Death is sure, we know.
This earth is
The playground of death.
Yet we are all
Playing lottery,
Lottery of greed,
Lottery of ego.
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