how's your day?
how's your day?
seems you don't have much to say
You came with nothing
How can you loose anything?
Still you are looking,
Of your own something
Even when you got everything
You see all these people
among them you will notice peepul
among them you will notice vitthal
among them you will notice nickel
among them you will notice sheetal
among them you will notice lethal
among them you will notice cattle
all of them are in the battle
against the life's rattle
And your part is equally vital
If you keep looking back
Keep looking straight
Even among straits you will find strait
now put that grin away
and tell how's your day?
how's your day?
you still don't have much to say?
You have been miles
in search of the smile
Just get away from those files
Divorce the lie
Don't live like those flies
Learn to fly...
Oh, hold on! I see that
the sorrow's falling flat
when you not worry about the race
Now tell me how's your day?
how's your day?
Yeah, yeah I hear that smile say!
peepul---A sacred tree which attains great size and venerable age