What's life about one has to wonder
In the sands of time the largest footprint seems small
The Reaper of lives will not differentiate
Between me and the cricket in the crack in the wall
Who sings at night in rainy weather
And by day hides itself from the sunshine
The Reaper will surely not differentiate
In any way between it's life and mine
For writing this you may look upon me as negative
But to my thoughts i try to stay true
Our achievements in the end come to nothing
Since death only does become our due
Some people are over conceited
They somehow cannot seem to realize
That just like the old sheep in the paddock
For them there too will be a last sunrise
What's life about one has to wonder
Since all of us born for to die
The cricket who sings at night in rainy weather
Is no less a mortal than i.
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