Life

I guess life is wasted;

For the sins I have done,

But its till not felt,

For the new age.

The world's unfair;

I sat thinking on my chair-

Its too hot; the eggs gonna rot,

Rush here and rush there

But in the end jut sit here.

No joy! Oh boy!

In the end think,

Enjoy your life-

Or be a housewife.

Life is also beautiful,

Don't be so sorrowful.