So many times spiritual gurus told me about mortality
Keeping in mind and act likewise is having all difficulty
I am so possessive about this body and materialistic possessions
Am I ready to accept the fact? I have to die, leaving obsessions
Nothing is permanent except the Sun, the Moon, the Light
I remember it only while a dead person is taken to a pyre
Few days I try to be away from the worldly temptations
Searching for truth, meditate, detached from relations
Few days gone, forgotten the truth about being mortal
Start thinking and behaving as if I am the only immortal 