Birth defines our clan and caste
Some born rich and
some born poor
Orphans,
handicapped, under privileged
Royal, noble, your
luck starts in the womb
Life can transform
everything
Rich may fall and
poor may fly
When fortunes disappear
from one
Treasures may be found
by another
Class and style
manifest each one's power
Mansions and
luxuries prove one's wealth
Others toil all
day long in sun and rain
Nothing to save at
the end of the day
Death comes at last
with the final say
Either to earth or
to fire goes the body
Either to hell or
to Heaven moves the spirit
Whoever, whatever,
everyone alike
You can control a birth, but never
a death
Death does teach you the meaning of
life
Death doesn’t discriminate, but
decides
You can only surrender to its clutch
The colour and caste and creed and
culture
Possessions and positions, powers
held
Poverty and paucity, justice denied
The place and language and laws and
mores
Presuming the life to be long and
fine
Each one amass wealth in plenty
Death laughs when it carries you
Far from all the dreams you've dreamt
There’s no body not eaten by worms
There’s no ash whose colour isn't grey
Everything turns to the very same
state
A message that no living human would
heed
There’s no better hell or no worse hell
The souls dwell in any of these two
Death is a lesson of life and its
worth
Life is a test to choose the best.
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