Unless and until
Man feels death is
By the side of him.
He assures
He was born
To earn money.
No time
To perceive
Motive behind
His own existence.
But when
Death knocks
Door of his life.
He realises
He was born
To love
Living creatures.
Not Paper notes
And property.
Composed by
Tulsi Shrestha
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