Not A Second Less

Not a second less Not a day more Or second less from store You shall live here Without any fear Even without your saying You shall be laid On funeral pyre With nothing more to satire You are there in dead form With no smile and charm The face has become pale And whole body has turned stale You are like wood And message is understood The people feel bad at that moment of time An turn little alter to routine life time From bubble, you emerged Survived and managed Now you are gone forever With no trace left after