Millions are born each day, millions do die;
And one who's born does die one day, howe'er,
That death does follow birth does signify
Life that one gets, of life becomes a loser;
So loses all--hills, heathers, suns, and stars,
And not sans parents, children, friends, relation,
So pleasure, happiness, and love one savours;
And come back none; once gone, once gone,
once gone;
And I am going to go and lose each thing
I have, and they too will forever lose me:
I think I should have waited, for my coming,
Than shortly live and in the past fore'er be!
That, waiting for a future life would've been
A life--more long more good--more interestin'.
-- N P Samal
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