The bell rings, rings and then rings again,
To mark one's end and another to begin,
The bell rings with swift successions,
The bell does never know your emotions.
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A poignant piece that depicts the undeniable truth! While going through your expression, I learnt from your note that your beloved uncle has left this mortal world..RIP
Really I feel a strange realization standing in front of the Crematorium. In an electric furness it takes 40 to 50 minutes to turn the mundane body into mere ashes. The bell is there. It rings to mark the end of the process and at the same time another dead body is ready to turn into ashes. The bell never stops. We are really the poor players upon the stage of life.
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A poignant piece that depicts the undeniable truth! While going through your expression, I learnt from your note that your beloved uncle has left this mortal world..RIP
Really I feel a strange realization standing in front of the Crematorium. In an electric furness it takes 40 to 50 minutes to turn the mundane body into mere ashes. The bell is there. It rings to mark the end of the process and at the same time another dead body is ready to turn into ashes. The bell never stops. We are really the poor players upon the stage of life.