Eternal truth

The veil of daylight falls at night,

With the hope of waking up in the morning light.

The game of life ends with the death of the soul,

With the hope that a newborn will play the role.

One’s request or complaint,

Desire, lust, or enjoyment;

All are bounded in delusion,

The end finally tears the affection.

Failure is certain about losing compassion.

The Earth is so beautiful, no one wants to leave;

Inherent desires spread out from ocean to cliff.

When life struggles with the pain of unwanted disease,

The distance increases from the sick, praying to cease.

Sympathy starts deluding,

Insinuation aimed at ailing.

The death brings in peace,

The relationship terminates in apiece.

The newborn sweeps out all the old memories.