Who Was That Madman?

They warned me not to meet him free The man sitting idle under the tree According to them, he was a fool My curiosity overtook their warn I went to him, he stared and scorn From top to bottom twice and then said I have a question for you, will you try? I nodded by moving my head And he said, the end of life is death We all know, but imagine If the end of death is a beginning of a new life ~ then what would be that life? I started to ponder on his question Does this make any sense? By the time I could make myself convince That man slipped and left me to mince I started to wonder, was he a Madman? His question remained in my mind Like a thorn trying to reach my heart Are we living dead? If so which life will start after the death Or are we living a dream? And how this life will end? So many wild thoughts crossed my mind The night began to look bright And unfolded many hidden treasures Revealing the mystery of life And day appeared to be dark and dull Trying to hide the facts under bright sunlight And I went to that tree several times To search that mad man, who disappeared after asking me.