In this tiring world of work
In no way we get a moment to bunk
For delight and elate,
For our living had become arid
With strain and stress
With errands and tasks,
Have no time for ourselves
Have no time to gaze at nature
Have no time to chat with beloved
Have no time for ourselves;
In hunt of riches and renown
We scurry up the ladder of life,
Though in hurry remember
Riches will never come with us
Renown will die away
Care and love we gather
In the days we survive,
confer us satisfaction and pleasure
Even during days in grave
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