How Unfortunate Deprived Ofnative Land For Burial Poem by mamutty CHOLA

HOW UNFORTUNATE DEPRIVED OF
NATIVE LAND FOR BURIAL

Time is that tree which has seen
Many autumns since ages

Season changes on each turn.
Has enabled to enjoy beauty of
Of lifein full bloom

What a fatehad to leave native
placein search of job leaving
loved onesbehindand could
not say final good bye on their
death

Death is definiteanddon't worry
about death but will remain a regret.
Will be deprived ofburial at the native
land

Spending life likea stranger among
Friendssince long.There must be
Some shortcoming with meotherwise
Why should this loneliness; bemy destiny

Thisdeep sense of loneliness, and
Killingdeath like silence.Oh life!
Take me away beyond the stars
Where I could meet someone
Who cares for me

These activities, these joyous celebration
Will remain whether I remain or notbut
time will pass and circumstance will keep
changing in life.Thousands will come
and hundreds may pass into oblivion

There are very few men in this world
who could become good human beings
in life because there is acute shortage
of humanism in modern time in our life.