like farmers existence on heavy toil
extracting the life out of the soil
the Almighty too carves the figure
magically add life to it and deliver
the creatures remain awake in clay
till its strength dies down one fine day
and gets converted to the same soil again
and sends it back to the original domain
what do we really boast for in this life?
what is the reason for our modern strife?
the body is mortal and it will collapse
let’s try to at least save the soul perhaps