Death is but the saddest part of life,
You leave the world, to live
Another life with other actors
On the Shakespearean stage of life,
Just to play a different role.
How many of us come up
For expressing a real consolation?
The dead is lying on the couch,
Whence the women talk of
Their domestic chores,
And the men discuss
The business cords,
And the kith and kin
Occupied with the rites and rituals,
Forget about the loss they had.
A bitter hue of life it is,
A person is valued
Until he has soul in him.