We come into being br And open our eyes br With a storyless book br As a prologue to the world br And cared br And nurtured br Then groomed in a pram br Till we walk on our feet. br br On blank pages of life br A short script is written br By parents br With preface full of br Prayers, love and fortunes. br br We are guided br Into the predatory populations br As a prodigy br To explore our qualities br And on paths prodded by elders br To follow the fate honestly. br br We place our introduction br To the age of productivity br And carve out our essence br To write the chapters of br Struggle, experiments, br Happenings and efficiency. br br We get maturity br With years bounded by time br And index full of spectrum br To lookout from br The insolent and immoral society. br br We enjoy the life long practices br And cry br And laugh br And convince ourselves br With all golden memories. br br We inscribe the concluding br Manuscript of life cursively br By ink enriched with br Elapsed moments br Thus, completing a tale br Merinated with experiences. br br We outpour our knowledge br Of honour and dignity br On generations next to come br For we could be remembered br And die with a personality.