Nothing accompanies you

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By Jadia4708au

Nothing accompanies you when you die Ground only may provide space to lye 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

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