A question that haunts everybody’s mind
More you explore, more complications u find.
Neither easy to understand nor easy to know,
Its kind of drama with different sorts of show.
Some think controller is almighty god,
Other thinks they are their own lord.
Play starts with birth & ends with death,
Before one starts understanding it becomes too late.
Relations are given relations are made,
How faithful is one he can only grade.
Some call it struggle, other call it race.
Can’t one be happy in what little he gets?
I call it beautiful, I call it fun
No need to understand it, accept whatever comes.
Enjoy every moment of life with all ups and downs
Stop fighting, stop struggling, and stop longing for more n more
Nothing going to go with you that is for sure . . .
More you explore, more complications u find.
Neither easy to understand nor easy to know,
Its kind of drama with different sorts of show.
Some think controller is almighty god,
Other thinks they are their own lord.
Play starts with birth & ends with death,
Before one starts understanding it becomes too late.
Relations are given relations are made,
How faithful is one he can only grade.
Some call it struggle, other call it race.
Can’t one be happy in what little he gets?
I call it beautiful, I call it fun
No need to understand it, accept whatever comes.
Enjoy every moment of life with all ups and downs
Stop fighting, stop struggling, and stop longing for more n more
Nothing going to go with you that is for sure . . .
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