I know every moment a human body dies
Through millions of cells death it wanders
Death, where the final moment we calls
The nearly closed eyes sometimes, or opened one
But the eye lids static and looking
Where the soul is left with all hopes
Death is not an end result itself
Death a starting point of another life
But is it right or wrong we don't know
Great imaginations on death poets told
Great hopes on after life in spiritual thoughts
All in imaginations without a valuable proof
After all imaginations are leading the life
Without hopes and imaginations what life is.
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