A king was in the death bed.
He was constantly musing about.
‘ A befitting funeral would follow.
His eldest son would succeed.
Family would not be broken off.
The people will remember him.
He was dead; nothing happened.
However, as far as he is concerned,
Everything has happened, though not so,
As he had been given assurances.
Yes, he cannot verify the aftermath.
01.09.2010
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