What is the purpose of this world
Over the years, who were my
Passed away in a day
We used to say to you
Why did we separate them
Whose childhood was at home
Whose teachings
These little hands who have
Caught hold of us
World over which
Made the world look good
Why are they today
Handed to the hands of the gaon
How to live in a new life
Will remember how those memories
Learned the art of living
The way of life
Why did they separate me from
Did they forget me now
Or have you eaten something
I say now if I
So let me explain that
This is the world of art
This is the world of art