The destiny is decided well in advance
No one can alter or change it at once
It has to sooner or later surely to come
We have no option but to welcome

Since that has been and is understood by all
Why unnecessarily end the life without its call?
Why in despair we count each moment to come near?
Why has such things gripped our mind with fear?

Human life is not assured in another birth
Not even any body has knowledge of death
We have to breathe till the last as destined
It is clearly understood and well defined

No one may want to deliberate 
No one has any insight to narrate
It is purely coincidence that we are human
It is by chance that we are called man or woman

The role is to be played by as willing soul
It may remain as full of error or foul
Yet one must try to act as honest as possible
You need not fear much and allow feet to crumble

You must carry whole burden
It has not come all of sudden
It is meant to be borne by an individual
As it is just routine and must remain casual

We are mere symbol bones and muscles
Yet life is full of wrangles and all tussles
It is just a Skelton and each part countable
Make it to stay in race as far as possible

It will have full identity till the death
People may pay homage with lying of wreath
The show is over and your are thing of past
The moment you have missed the bus and breathed last

It is compared to simple bubble
It can be at any time in trouble
Everything is synchronized with uncertain timing
You are there as long as you are in full tuning


You may carry only well wishes
So many human bodies daily perish
The life span is not at all taken into consideration
The aim is achieved with self motivation

It is hard to live with all sort of inconvenience
Others can be made comfortable with our little lenience
If we have problems then it should not be passed on to
others
They have their own life to look after and bother

So let us take it as challenge 
It is universal fact that it may end with age
Still we can make fine imprint on page
Love should rule and not the hate with rage