Our Life

No mortality rate works With nice words Body perishes As life nicely finishes People talk bravely But behave strangely In fact, they fear death so much But show brave face and try to teach Nobody shall have time When time nearly comes Warns no one but lifts Without any change or shift Death makes no difference Between poor or rich at once The destiny is made sure in advance Only we are not given any chance Old leaf has to fall Tree has to respond to call New leaves shall be born again The change shall always affect and remain