It was just an illusion, which I was thinking real
It was movie's THE END, not serial’s FREE HAND
Now I have white clothe of local Brand
It was just an illusion, which I was thinking real
My Children were sad, they all are mad
They are saying dad, wake up!
I said my ticket is already paid
I was burned on fire, buried in sand
I was owner of 1000 Acre but it was just 10 X 10 land
Peoples gathered there, my qualities were shared
I was black and there were white haired
After some hour, I was converted into ash
Life was not football, it was chess
It was Sunday noon
Ok bye, see u soon
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a poem with different thoughts wonderfully written.