When You Are Borne And Gone

You come with naked body As natural as flower With pink rose face and fists closed You cried in full and all laughed at you What did they expect you to become? Professor, doctor.philosopher, or guide No one knew what was in store for you But all hopes hinged on you What did you do in life? Amassed enough wealth Robbed and killed many innocents Just for self and family members For bright future and generations to come Nothing stayed with you as days approached Bade a farewell amidst curse, blessings or prayers What did you gain? Thousands of applause Millions of hands rose for blessings For lovely memory as saint, politician or donor Good acamadecian, social worker or reformer Golden words from noble man and preacher Gentleman, son of the soil or martyr Name worth millions of rupees Precious than diamond and holy books Was that worth or enough? Leave it for future generations to judge? Single faith and never to budge Struck to words and principled life Life like king size as honoured man Did what ever you could or did Simple goal, .simple mission with worth living