Life of Human Being like as me...

                       Life of Mine...
Life comes and goes like a water bubble or smoke,
We don't know in which turn it gives pains or disappears being story.

Sometimes it is creating or sometimes it is spoiling,
So oh god, do kindness and assure safety of my every steps.

The cotton of breathes is a strange thread  which will burn,
Those hands which we brought closed that will open.

The fair face will at the end will mix in the soil,
However the flames in this sun will burn like we will burn out.

That which we can't find in the shine of gold and sound of coins,
If someone could find god in the particles of soil, then the one will find him.

What can we do as we want in front of god's wish,
If you hold finger of mine,it will change the path.