No one cares for dead
Not a single message is read
Only wreath is laid
Some few good words are said
No legendary tales help
As the treasure is buried deep in sea shelf
Whatever is on hand!
That remains to help till end
Pessimist or optimistic
You go to be realistic
Life does not offer often
You will have to make it heaven
Why we talk of pain?
And sadly remain
Through out
To talk about
Shed no tears
As it shall bear
No consequences
They are all lost chances
Give fair trial
With no denial
Of facts in our journey
As it has been always blessed by an Almighty
No one cares for dead Not a single message is read
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Life and death are constants, ....... 9 hours ago by just Arun to Give fair trial