One lives with hope of not dying.

Death may come when you’re asleep,

When you’re ill or by a snake bite,

Or by fire, by flood, or by a crash,

Anywhere, any time, and in any form.

You may witness innumerable deaths,

Now and then, near and afar,

But, are least disturbed and perturbed,

And live as though you are an immortal

Claws of death are afar as you think,

Every deed you do with utmost faith.

Any moment you may die, if you reason,

No deed can you perform with passion.

Thanks to God.

05.02.2001