He asked me what it means to die…

Why each and everyone has to bid goodbye

To be born and brought up
And then to finally leave…

Leave behind friends and family to grieve…

There is a higher self inside each one of us that drives us like a driver would a car

This never really dies…though the body goes no far

To learn the lessons of life and of living…

Of giving and of receiving…

Of joys and of sorrows…

Like a journey we all ought to undertake…

Worry not, my dear son, if it all makes no sense…

Always remember that in the world of the spirits, it never really ends…

Soch rahey they ki kya sochein…
Sochna to hamari aadat hai jaisay…

Bina sochey bhi to reh saktey they hum…
Par socha na tha kaisey.

Zindagi Kay Palon Mai lamhey yuhin bhartey Gaye

Salon saal yuhin guzartey gaye

Ab ja Kai aya samajh,
Zindagi to yahi hai, yahi hai yahi

Ab yuhin jeetain hain hum
Jaisey her pal may zindagi mil gayi