When we die
Nothing will come
with us
We were born with
nothing
So, we will return
in ashes
The Earth will
claim our nutrients
We have to return
back what we have taken
Nature needs to
recycle for next generations
Nothing will be
lost except we will never return
Depending our
social standing
We will hear our
stories being shared
Every event like a
sweet flower bloom
Nothing of the bad
smell from the drain
The ordinary folks
will have nothing to narrate
When the prayers
are done and final goodbyes
Only family members
will cry and wish the dead a better life
The memories stay
share by those who knew the dead
When we die
Go for the simple
rites
It is said there is
another hope
We can correct our
mistakes
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