Death is a river,
Which causes fear,
But when man jumps,
He once again comes,
After leaving his old robes into it,
Life is a cocotte, who beguiles us,
Death is our mother which hugs us,
Then why to love life?
And to fear from death,
Why to neglect reality?
And escape from fact,
We are dreamers,
Who are living in dreams,
When we see reality we make screams,
Life is death, Death is life,
Life is fancy, Death is fact,
Then hail the death which shows us light,
And curse the life which brings us plight.