Ash
Wednesday
Once again
Comes the pain
Life is crying
Cells are dying
No one is there to cry
When we die
No one around
Our body lies on the
ground.
World goes on
Still life is born
The beauty of life
Inseparable element of
five
Earth, water, fire, air and space
When death comes no one
can guess.
Fear and tear
Is always unclear
We feel dear
To earth
The place of our birth
What is the value of
happiness?
If we are restless
If we look for more and
more
When life is not at all sure
We follow our ancestor fate
Sooner or later we reach the
heavenly gate
No one can postpone
Every one has to respond
Gracefully and faithfully
Near and dear one holding Candle and
garland
Each one holding in their hand
To make beautiful treasure
Which is deep human pleasure?
Only to wipe out emotion
With few expression.
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