Over ashes of life, we trek. br Many tramped on this earth. br Stampede of time raise dust, br while we carry a casket of death. br br In an earthenware pot we live br painted by best of hues on mud. br In long run, succumb to wear n’ tear, br ultimately breaking down to soil. br br In funeral fire we melt down, br exploding our dreamy brains. br Curse of life leaves a trail on you br While riding white horse to fate. br br Our dream houses litter in debris br charred lie our toys we played br scared face of near n’ dear ones br takes a peep into pyre I retire. br br Circumvolutions conclude, br Breaking down in exasperation br Among heap of garbage we search br picking up life again from thrash.