Oh! what else can we mortals do
Than sway to the contingencies and rue
For we are helpless as the caged cuckoo
Who, when cries, makes symphonies too.
We lead lives the way destinies want
And only a few get a second chance
While most do die amid wishful chants
Longing for their dreams’ one glance.
All the songs and dances undone
Staring reality in the eyes, stung
By the poisons of our loved one
Left to die when life had just begun.
Oh! What can we helpless mortals be
Than spectators of a drama of divinity
Than scrapes of cosmic dust and debris
Than ruins of a kingdom lost in sea.