It rained, the slab of cement cracked;
The weak slab of cement, the grave of a king shrieked;
And he did die that very day,
No song, no flowers, no homage did anyone pay.
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Hi Swapan.....this is a wonderful and true poem...
I love the last lines
'However, the beggar, in an opposite fashion;
Left behind a legacy of benevolence and truth.
No body is rich or poor after death.
All die the same way;
Clad in white cloth and burnt away'
Keep up the great work!
Dona
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Hi Swapan.....this is a wonderful and true poem... I love the last lines 'However, the beggar, in an opposite fashion; Left behind a legacy of benevolence and truth. No body is rich or poor after death. All die the same way; Clad in white cloth and burnt away' Keep up the great work! Dona