We run after the fame,
We run after the lucky game.
We are human being, have a different kind of nature,
We never run away from fair-weather.
We are the worshipper of Mammon, we are mammonist,
We have no time to worship of God, we are opportunist.
Very often we would say, it's not need of hour,
To pray to God or to worship His Divine power.
We want money, power and fame,
More do we get more do we claim.
Now we are in teenage, only wants to enjoy,
The essence of life and to keep the beauty of lifebuoy.
It's the second phase of life, very interesting period,
Who will have foolish brain it to be ignored.
Not in also third phase, it's in the last part of life,
We still have enough time to go to a religious site.
All right! Do have a dance on the dance floor,
Do have a champagne on your lips more and more.
Time and tide wait for none,
Do enjoy life with amusement and fun.
But when last phase of life knocks at the door,
Then you'll find nothing to do more.
Look at the window, the sun is going to set,
Do follow the law of nature in the west.
Do stand before a mirror for a while,
The wrinkled face makes you no more beguile.
When the time was in your favour to express faith in Almighty,
You started running after the wealth, fame, woman with full of vanity.
Being an old haggard, now you would like to surrender before the Supreme Being,
Dear friends! Have a look into the past when you were in prime time.
Death comes on due time having a warrant order,
You will be detained in custody for final departure.
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