The horse is rode
And waiting for one kick
The mind draws us back
The treasure is left behind
That fact remains in mind
Heart does not give nod
We are carrying simple load
No one wants hell
For not doing well here
Yet we act like child
And run behind useless things as blind
Life is surrounded
And sounded
On self interest
And we are trying level best
For us we live with falsehood
As mission for life is not understood
We stand no where
And always carry fear

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