The spent days never come back
Yet every body tries to get them
History shows the true map
Many are born and lost their life span
This place is nothing but a net for all
Many were kept,some are near to that
Nobody knows how to play the role
All move round the trap like a rat
Every one stays here for fix time
Some are called soon,some are later
Each one has to sing his rhyme
Only He will decide for all what better
And this is the truth of this mortal life
Which never be denied in spite grief
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