I asked myself
How are we born?
Bcoz of God or parent?
Right away my soul replied
Bcoz an animal or plant dies.
Why do we live?
To live or to die?
At once I got the answer
To know why to live
What does everyone wants?
Health, wealth or power?
After decades now I know
One peaceful sleep a day.
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