Days have passed and are passing by,
Swiftly or gently they gradually fly.
A mute spectator with glazed eyes,
I do not even question why.
Why do changes occur here?
Why do people love and care?
Why the hate, why the greed?
Why such cruelty? What’s the need?
Since times immortal people came.
Each had come to play their game.
Some were good, some were bad;
Some were happy, some were sad.
Such pain, such pleasure, they did feel;
But none could lift time’s veil.
Where did they come from? Where did they go?
Each put up an intense show.
Alas! The mystery remains unsolved,
Cause, keeping it a secret is God’s resolve.