Imaginations.

I know every moment a human body dies Through millions of cells death it wanders Death, where the final moment we calls The nearly closed eyes sometimes, or opened one But the eye lids static and looking Where the soul is left with all hopes Death is not an end result itself Death a starting point of another life But is it right or wrong we don't know Great imaginations on death poets told Great hopes on after life in spiritual thoughts All in imaginations without a valuable proof After all imaginations are leading the life Without hopes and imaginations what life is.