When life is spiced with mulligatawny
They vaingloriously draw in
Itched with valiant piousness
Their hearts palpitate with destruction
It is a living world filled with rapaciousness
Frustration couldn’t be avoided in it
One’s efforts shrink into emptiness
Without hopes of thriving back

In a living world life becomes valueless
As you try to equalise it fairly and hopefully
The face drops like a hedgehog
Letting the heart engulf with rancour
Hence the mind vagrants into a sea of worries
In a living world everything seems okay to pretend
Few will distance away from you without any attending
The life then baits and becomes worthless
That is all in a living world