In every direction, every place, there are several people,
Yet, man is a victim of Loneliness…
From morning till evening, he carries the burden,
A man is a grave to his own Corpse…
In every direction, the paths are racing ahead,
Every man is hunt down by another man…
Everyday he lives and Everyday he dies,
But a new dawn keeps the man waiting..
The fate of life is this perpetual journey,
And till his last breath, man is without Peace.