Someone informed me about the sudden death
of one of our friends, who was about my age;
I couldn't believe it! My inner soul was shaken
And I gradually sank deep into my tearing heart.
Death, like a train, comes to the station named 'life'
Always in time and as per the schedule it comes 'n goes,
It carries away only the listed passengers and none else;
One has to qualify as a passenger to be carried away.
In the station we all, too many people have gathered,
Men women and children of all ages in the platform,
Waiting for the train for a must-do transportation!
We are waiting to be on the train, we all know, but none
Wants to be a passenger willingly and with pleasure.
How stupid or funny it might appear but truth is:
Everyone wants to hang around in this platform,
Though temporary, congested, full with untoward incidents;
All wants to be in the midst of love, affection 'n acquaintance
As long as they can, how funny it is! Knowing quite well
That the destination is somewhere else but this station.
The train comes 'n takes away listed passengers in time, yet
None is volunteer, or even prepared, to be on the death-cart
And no one knows when is the right time for him or her.
For ages we are here and would be here for ages to come,
We are never prepared for death and leave things undone.
I'm also one in the station waiting for the train to come
And thinking what effect my departure would cause here.
Would anyone compose a few lines for me in grief or
From the neighborhood garden from leafy branches
A bird would sing for once at least and get lost for ever.
