Life, the Thrill of Infatuation

Life, the Thrill of Infatuation

What you had yesterday that

I have today and what

I have today 

That must be yours tomorrow. 

We have been made

Solely to perform on stage

 In well and woe. 

Just think...

What if we were not born?

We'd not feel the 

Gentle touch of mother, 

The sweet

Fragrance of flower, 

The appearance

Of the sun,

The delectable call of fountain, 

And the taste

Of our paradisiacal earth.

 But today we have 

All together in compact.

Still Time will come 

To take all away. 

He needs no permission at all.

All possessions must be 

Like dust in the storm.

Our stone like body will remain

Under the jolly sky, 

On the motherly 

Ground around the sweet smells. 

But how much pain

When we'll wish to 

Have them all to quench

The heavy hearts but fail.

I can't hold...I can't hold...

More painful when 

Dear mother will say, 'O my gold, 

Wake up! Wake up!' 

And I can't get up even if 

I understand her motherly voice.