Life in its penultimate shell
awaiting birth to ring the bell;
a pamphlet of pain is delivered
a tear from a radiant mother, fell.
Before the human core can palpitate
Before the passive pulse can vibrate
A pamphlet of pain reverberates
Before the pupil can close or dilate
Harp! Rest part of the plot is left
Birth is invariably followed by death
Hindu manuscripts braves and rolls,
when Yama (the God of dead souls)
conscientiously writes black notes
insignificant stand your and my votes;
a pamphlet of pain is received by flood
far and near connected by blood
freeing from the worldly cloud
dawns a prolong piece of shroud.