Death...

The day, somebody close my eyes without my permission, the day, somebody enter my room without my permission, the day, somebody remove my pillow without my permission, the day, somebody wash my body without my permission, the day, my passport and qualification certificates get invalid, and take me to the pit deep without my permission, the day, the dust covers me and the insects keep me as their food, the day, my photo gives a special mood for the relatives and friends, the day will come sure, my mind whispers again, before that I will have to perform my duties for the society for you alone for you alone my bosom pulsates and time flies.