The Thrill of Infatuation

What you had yesterday that I have today and what I have today That must be yours tomorrow. We have been made Solely to perform on stage In well and woe. Just think... What if we were not born? We'd not feel the Gentle touch of mother, The sweet Fragrance of flower, The appearance Of the sun, The delectable call of fountain, And the taste Of our paradisiacal earth. But today we have All together in compact. Still Time will come To take all away. He needs no permission at all. All possessions must be Like dust in the storm. Our stone like body will remain Under the jolly sky, On the motherly Ground around the sweet smells. But how much pain When we'll wish to Have them all to quench The heavy hearts but fail. I can't hold...I can't hold... More painful when Dear mother will say, 'O my gold, Wake up! Wake up!' And I can't get up even if I understand her motherly voice.