There Ends.

Pity to say the happenings The pride, prejudice, and ego Ends here when he comes Carrying the final warrant of life And asking no convenience to visit Not bothering the feeling of relatives Not hearing the plight of dependents Not bothered to listen the complaints It enters even if heavy lock systems Secured enough the doors and windows The way is its own judgement The door is its own unknown ways It acts on divine will in a moment It has no likes or dislikes to anyone Only acting on the orders of unknown There every one says the death.