It’s like fate of stars entering black-hole
That disappear without imprint defying
All laws of science man has discovered!
Memories, imprint left as art works or
Poems or some mark made in some field
Talk about the departed personality ever!
None has ever returned to tell all what’s next!
This is the common fate for all in the world
Everyone is trying to unearth years together
In vain or by imagination incredible in stories!
Mystics know past, present and future of one;
But there’s no scientific proof to ascertain any!