ROADS TO THE TERMINAL
Unmindful we were
At the time of birth
So blind to the errors
So deaf to the cuss words
On the roads to the lame world
On the roads to the terminal
With fairy friends in early days
A divine life were living away
How heedless from pain we were?
How jaunty days those were?
On the roads to the lame world
On the roads to the terminal
Then the wind of sobriety blowed
All the tranquility in vain flowed
Heart with sympathies, hurdle pave
Grounded with pains, yelling to escape
On the roads to the lame world
On the roads to the terminal
Alongside with all this distress
A gleam of hope is surpass
Days, nights, months and years
Sometimes anxiety, sometimes with callousness
On the roads to the lame world
On the roads to terminal
How daring the hour hand?
How quickly the minute hand?
With all the true learning, time ends
How ceaseless the second hand?
On the roads to the lame world
On the roads to terminal
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