It is no other but you
Who enforced your own vital organs
Like heart, lungs, kidneys and liver
To betray you, in time of need.
You have neglected all of them
For the sake of a few coins.
Always overloaded them
Beyond their abilities to perform.
When they turn wear and tear
Earned money, regardless of
Its huge volume
Will not retain ability to repair them.
No doubt, it will be definitely
Too late, when you realise bitter reality.
Option available for you, then
Manage procession for graveyard.
By Tulsi Shrestha
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