The body is like an ash,
blown by the wind of time.
Fleshy lust fades like dust,
In the end point of life journey.
The world is like a market,
And a game of rolling dice.
Each moment twirls like a coin,
Tossed unto the rim of vanity.
Mission lies in your bosom.
An augury for tomorrow's goals.
We hope for a brighter life,
Soothing the heart from puzzles of struggles.