Of what use pelf and power
plenty and affluence, science and religion
when i do not know the reason for why i am here?
who am i, from where i come
to where i ultimately go?
Of what use all these appreciation, recognition laurels and
when everything is for a period
either they will say me goodbye
or I will one day or other
Of what use my knowledge and education
when i do not know me and my identity
if death is the end of life
why life here?
if nothing is for my possession and nothing is mine why i
let me think