There Ends. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Pity to say the happenings
The pride, prejudice, and ego
Ends here when he comes
Carrying the final warrant of life
And asking no convenience to visit
Not bothering the feeling of relatives
Not hearing the plight of dependents
Not bothered to listen the complaints
It enters even if heavy lock systems
Secured enough the doors and windows
The way is its own judgement
The door is its own unknown ways
It acts on divine will in a moment
It has no likes or dislikes to anyone
Only acting on the orders of unknown
There every one says the death.