When People Die - Poem by bakuli bhakali
How people actually feel when they die? ?
Where do they go? what do they do?
I want to know
If I die I won't be able to come back and say
Strange isn't it?
But everybody dies
some early in the morning
some when the evening is beginning
some after a joyful day
some with thousand debts to pay
some make millions cry
and some with none to say good bye!
But my friend!
how we die
that's none others' choice
but we do.
If you want to die a thousand's death then live for others
say our fathers.
Or die with none to mourn.
So, my dear
have no fear
This is a tavern
we have to return.
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