You have to make a journey long one day
O friend. No kith, no kin, will follow you.
They shed few tears for you and tread their way.
Your friends and others just pretend to rue.
The money you amassed, the biscuits gold
You stored in chest keep laughing at your plight.
Those men and women whom you helped turn cold
And disperse soon and quickly from your sight.
Your travel through foul lanes and dark alleys
Takes you somewhere into the deep domain.
But still you peep with hope at earthly lees
Where find you hazy thoughts of blithe and pain.
But one, that follows you beyond your life.
Is Dharma you performed in joy and strife.
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