When we come out of our home
and return back to home alive
we thank God
In this hustle bustle of life
any bus or truck can over-run us
any multistoried building can collapse
any bomb can blast any time
or we can be perished in riots
suffocated
or our hearts can fail
fire or water can roll us to dust
but still we are puffed up with
materialistic egos
our existence is water-like
we are just dreams
