Life's Rented Home

Life is a rented home, One day you have to change.

Death when calls your name, You have to leave it.

When happiness becomes unhappy with you

It moulds itself into sadness.

A time will come you fool, You have to walk on thorns

You will become so innocent and helpless

That shrug of your velvet had to be changed into coffin

Clean your heart with faith, Leave the dirty deeds.

Still there is a time wake up else you will burn in hell

Your condition will become so

Neither money nor power will work

And you will be thrown out of your own tall building.