When turning fifty becomes a dream
When growing old becomes a wish

When there is no chance for goodbyes
When regrets and last encounters are sighs
When there is no tomorrow nor nigh

When mortality of human kind is forced upon
When destiny believed to be responsible, dawns

When the sole bread-winner is snatched away
When all behind are left in shock and dismay
When young children are left to pray

When God must have been crazy

RR. Srimanchantha