Last Minute Poem by Prasad Sing

Just a few seconds are left till.
And then blood and dam water will be the same.
Your wealthy body will turn to an ash.
Wealth, Fame, Love, Jealousy will be the meaningles.

After then also your arrogance is still burning.
Come on, you are the soil, you are the water.
You would lost in the past colours, would be black and white.
Come on, this world is meaningless, the only meaningful is love.

Oh! now you are remembering, you are the lover or not.
Don't be silly, you are mortal, but, love, spirit, immortal.