You will be tied with ropes for final journey
You have to think and turn the small key
You will not be judged by your fortune
There may be billions or to any tune
You are going alone and empty handed
Body has remained and souls is traded
You were powerful and whole world fascinated
You were kind and generous enough for people not to be alienated
You did enough of justice and lived up to the promises
You knew it may come one day as new surprise
Nothing more and nothing less will be your size
You will squeeze and more area may not be obliged
You will be laid to rest with all ordinary souls underneath
That is precisely your place not neat and clean after death
You may be fortunate enough
If procession is not marred by rough weather
It may be dazzling all the way
Or shiny with sun himself directing the way
The wealthy man’s remains may be marked
With all the way rose petals and when parked
It will be praised with wordy showers
This all will be seen as noble answers
It may look customary for the departed soul
Still it is shown as mark of respect without any foul
The futility of human life is seen at that particular moment
Every one is besieged with grief and re main silent without any comment
What is real size or status of person?
No one gets it at that particular time with correct reasons
It is understood that everything is remained behind
Even though there remains only few feet space to find
The moment you are back at normal routine
You are again at same level and feel fine
Nothing stops you from going on same lines
Even though you were pushed back with some side lines
Some of the incidences may look sad and disturb
It may reopen your wounds when unintentionally rubbed
It gives some sort of unsafe sense for on going life
It will have to move on despite the fear of sharp knife
So it is hardened reality of the life that compels you to act
You may not be in position to offer anything despite the facts
There is no use also for offering any kind of reaction
As it will be construed as nothing but simple dissatisfaction