What a beautiful life is this

 What a beautiful life is this

Where humans don't have true identity,

All seems to be like a puppet show,

Oh, what a pity life is this!

What a beautiful life is this

Where emotions and feelings doesn't remain same,

Wondering whether they wrapped it in a gift

That passes here and there like a game.

What a beautiful life is this

Where all have to pass from the same phase,

Still criticizes in their own bliss,

oh! What a pity life is this!

What a beautiful life is this,

Where what you give will return soon,

Either it's a dark or a shining moon,

That's what I know,

And that's all fair!