The truth of life

THE DAY COMES,WHEN I DIE,
MANY FEEL SAD AND MANY CRY.
I LIE ON THE GROUND,DRESSED IN A WHITE SHROUD,
COOL AND CALM ON THE FACE, UNEFFECTED BY THE CROWD.

MY RELATIVES AND FRIENDS,ALL GATHER AT MY PLACE,
THEY MOURN FOR SOME REASON,WHICH I COULD NOT GUESS.
SOME WEEP THROUGH THEIR MINDS,SOME WEEP THROUGH THEIR HEARTS.
THEY ARE JEALOUS OF MY PEACE, AS THEY CAN'T TROUBLE ME NOW.

SOME RELATIVES AND FRIENDS, WHO LOVED ME A LOT,
CARRIED ME OUT OF MY HOUSE, TO A CREMATORIUM.
THEY SET ME ON FIRE, AND WAITED TILL I AM BURNT.

THEN THEY CRIED FOR HOURS,FOR DAYS AND WEEKS,
SOME CRIED FOR THE FRIENDSHIP, THAT I COULDN'T CARRY ON.
SOME CRIED FOR THE RELATIONS, THAT WERE ALL BROKEN DOWN.
THEIR WAS A SELFISH MOTIVE, BEHIND THEIR CRYING,
THEY LOVED ME A LOT, BUT I SHOWED NO SUCH SIGN.

I FELT VERY SAD, ON SEEING THEM CRY.
I FOUND THAT I WAS JUST AN ACTOR OF A SKIT,
MY TIME WAS OVER, AND I HAD TO SPLIT.
SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED THE AIM, FOR WHICH I WAS THERE,
I NEVER BOTHERED OF IT, WHEN THE TIME WAS THERE.

IT WAS MY DEATH, WHICH MADE ME REALISE
THAT I WAS SO ATTACHED, TO THIS MARVELLOUS PLAY OF LIFE.
AND FORGOT THE AIM,TO SEARCH THE ALMIGHTY,
WHO IS THERE WITH US,BUT IN DISGUISE.
MY DEATH MADE ME REALISE, THIS TRUTH OF LIFE..