It's an irony of life that we all wish to live, knowing that we all have a definite death,
It seems a task ahead,as we wish to challenge ourselves,with the hidden fact
that we are the borrowers from the kind lenders' den,
The shadows emerge larger day by day and we assume of our profits
and sleep peacefully,
And the day you open your eyes to find your disappered shadow, the fate is met with a frown.

And so it takes an awakened me to walk on the road alone without the shadow, smilingly to meet the fate of death.