Ask silence what is meant by words,
Ask the lonely what it is to be in herds!
Ask the moon what is the dark,
Ask the desert what is a park.
Ask an orphan who is a father,
Not answering, he would cry rather.
Life is short; enjoy it while it lasts,
May not the future frighten you and don’t be haunted by your pasts!
Men get lost and memories remain,
Remember the ardor and forget the pain.
Live the last mile as the end is near,
Arrival to the ashes, all happens here.
Ask the lonely what it is to be in herds!
Ask the moon what is the dark,
Ask the desert what is a park.
Ask an orphan who is a father,
Not answering, he would cry rather.
Life is short; enjoy it while it lasts,
May not the future frighten you and don’t be haunted by your pasts!
Men get lost and memories remain,
Remember the ardor and forget the pain.
Live the last mile as the end is near,
Arrival to the ashes, all happens here.
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