Let us enjoy the beauty of life as every day is bright
Do not push days for weekends and make years to fly
Isn’t, an inbuilt driving force for the destination of choice?
Counting day by day to get aged on each birthday of pride
Isn’t, a divinely pull toward earth terminal to begin next life?
Isn’t an awaited life, rushing to see achievements from our eyes?
Isn’t, a human instinct to reach the goal of this life
We complete our days as the sun chases nights
The world is a sport as the flying ball hit the goal high
Everyone collecting rocks and gems of their choice
Came with virtues in fist tight leaving with open hands dumping capital behind
