On His Grave

“Take him to burial ground” He was not to be found Doors remained locked from inside He had taken journey to abide order I heard some one knocking my door I was sleeping as careless poor Not committed to any punctual routine “Sleep” I considered as very much divine I hurriedly rushed to his home Door was broken but no welcome He was on ground and looked motionless Yet bore sweet smile on face He was loved by all He may rush to anybody’s help on simple call He had no much following But large people in fact knew him I took all the responsibility “Dead are to be given decent burial” I remembered We all shared same view All were wearing gloomy face except few I decided to place engraved stone on his grave “Nice person, kind heated and brave” Let us pay our respect and behave He was among us to share Not all people make to it high Even with weak wings fly Keep high ideal at heart Perform as god’s men with simple art