No two days are alike.

Once King Harishchandra had immense wealth like that of Mount Sumeru. Then at one point in his life he had to become house servant of a cremator in Kashi and had to ask for shrouds from those who wanted to get their dead cremated on the banks of the Ganges.

No two days are alike.

One day Shri Ram and Sita would travel through the sky in the Pushpak airplane. Yet there was once a day when they both were crying bitterly for each other, Ram in the garden and Sita in the Ashok Vatika.

No two days are alike.

Even as the mother gives birth to the child, the Creator has already written down all the good and bad fortunes the offspring will experience right in the womb of the mother. Thus, Surdas knows that this world is an illusion and only the Creator is real.

No two days are alike.