2001
A dead man has no sustain!
No greed, breed and gain!
Money, honey and wealth in vain!
When totally dead from trauma and pain! !
A dead is free, his soul has flown!
To timeless state, to endless blown!
None came back to tell a tale!
How after death, how heaven or hell! !
How the heaven or the hell!
From earth to sky as in Bible!
Is there a life after we die!
With same body, food and pie! !
Family, kids, husband and wife!
So many things we enjoy in this life!
Property, power, money and men!
Can we get back in death's den? ?
Our presence, physique, our fidelity!
Place, time and life give us identity!
Our absence, our death and off duty!
Life shall have no authority and quality! !
A dead man has no sustain!
No greed, breed and gain!
Money, honey and wealth in vain!
When totally dead from trauma and pain! !
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