The hands on the clock,
Mark the time of the day;
The beating of our heart,
Marks the span of our life!
How can air keep everything alive?
It fills every nook and corner of the universe;
When air exists, life form exists,
When air is absent, life form cannot be present!
This is the mystery of life,
Who can unravel it?
Each beating of our heart,
Shortens our life span,
And sends us nearer to our grave;
Although we travel in opposite direction,
The grave is our final destination!


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