As infants in childhood;

Were raised in fun and fest.

As youngsters we grew;

It was the time to do our best.

And now that the time has come;

I think  “ When was the good deed done?”

 

Centuries and years ago,

I always thought I would never go.

But the day has come;

To leave my soul.

The one which can’t be measured by gold.

When was the good deed done?

 

Resting in peace is the soul,

Never could I reach the goal.

Sorrow and grief was what I learnt;

Joys and laughter was what I couldn’t.

But you are the one and only one,

So, begin the good deed that has to be done.