Some are Born to Live Forever

Some are born simply to die,

Some are born to ceaselessly fly,

Through the dreams for eternity,

Even after entering the dead-city.


The very moment the mortal stars start apprehending,

The real meaning,

Of life and its decisive goal,

Each dedicates for humanity his soul.



They do not ever hanker after money,

As is done by the commoners consistently,

Brilliant they are in their contemplations,

Tread on like the Trojan warriors evading every fence.


If the luminaries glow,

The world shines too,

Since enthused myriad are,

Far and near.


As wheels are to a cart,

So are the saint-like beings for the earth’s heart,

They scarcely yearn for anything,


And let their glorious works for civilization sing.

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