We all do know how life once out did flow,
From the womb, does make a restless run
From the womb, does make a restless run
To meet the grave, and it does travel through
The body's each formation, each condition;
And body's ne'er denied to run with age,
From spring to summer to autumn to winter,
As both remain the life's abiding allies
And stop not at the pile of ruins or treasure:
Life does come and life does go, does tell
How it did live and 'so how it did die,
But tells not why for death does it have a zeal
And, if so, why are many means to live by,
What livings are to life's no-end momentum
Through the events of design and doom.
-- N. P. SAMAL
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