All and sundry has two foot place,
On which each stands in the midst of immense solace.
The place under the foot is safe and sound,
In newer days, it neither slides nor any breaks found.
Man stands on his foot graciously,
Which formulate him stir onward in life jovially.
At a snail’s pace the wheel of life runs,
Puts in a position so insecure turn.
The time becomes mature and body becomes cold,
The rest beneath the foot slides and moreover can’t hold.