EXPRESS TRAIN

We're born on a crazy train racing to death,
That day when we breathe our very last breath,

The path to our goal is played on iron rails,
Make sure through some weakness that one never fails.

The rails are only one's predestined fate
Make great effort before it's too late!

So stack one's heavy baggage on the rack,
0nly a fool packs it on head or on back.

So while there's life in our bodily frame,
Never let us forget the Lord's Divine Name.

So when the curtain finally falls,
The heart must chant devotional calls.

In next life we're blest by a better womb,
As we progress from each birth to our tomb.

One fine day if we're truly sincere,
We'll Realise the Self and all becomes clear.