The main entrance of Birth is Life,
The main exit of Life is Death;
Are these the same door,
Which opens on both sides?
Just like a thin line ,
Demarking the opposite poles on either side;
We are not given the authority to choose ourselves,
The choice has been predestined;
Like a candle once it is lighted,
The wax melts and it starts to get shorter;
Once Birth enters into Life,
Every minute it is waiting to die!
Death lurks itself closely behind;
We have not been asked to be born,
Neither have we been asked when to die;
Every thing on this earth just materializes,
By the laws of predestination;
The past and the future we cannot see,
Only the present what will be will be,
Let’s do and act responsibly!