Death, the soul departs from the body
The true soul which has no good or bad
A witness of human acts but not its own
No one is permanent, in this world
And all are going to the final moments
Death is a gradual event through moment, years
The period is reckoned and based on actions
When good actions and positive results
That makes human life better ones
Not to harm anything or anyone by pretext of existence
Thoughts are going in such a way as per wise ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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