Miser Man

He died as miser man Collected wealth as much as possible Cared for no poor or relatives Put no value in his eyes for any kind of services No one took notice of his death Forgot even about laying the wreath He had no one to be called his dear friend He lived daily but only to be died at each moment He left behind enormous fortune No one could count it to correct tune May be scattered all over unaccounted Recovery of it was highly doubted People live on simple food as forbidden by doctor They have enough of everything but can't perform as an actor They have limited mobility and nothing is of any use Life becomes burden and adds more to confuse Why not live life to full extent? Why should there be left any corner to resent? Why at all some one should be harmed for no cause? Life can be over at any time making "was" from "is" Some of us take little solace Bear smile and move with nice face Extend little help and boost more They too can be called miser therefore Not necessarily all must become donors Not all must opt for or act as saviors Only soft approach needed towards fellow man Two kind words, if at all, to make him feel as human Are we struggling for making only ends to meet? Is it not possible to say hello to everybody and greet? It needs no answer from any one but simple recognition Our emotions are highly volatile in nature and burst from simple ignition