With appreciative words

 

Monday, April 2, 2018

10:02 PM

 

My children, friends, and everyone

Will miss me when I am gone

No, it is a reality

And set by an almighty

 

What have I collected on earth?

It may cease to be called mine on death

The family may end the dispute

When it is equally distributed

 

My garden is so dear

I have grown the plants with care

The sparrows of different colors come and sit on the branches

I sit and watch them from an inches

 

I don't know about other planets

But people say it as fate

One has to travel and go one day

Life is naturally taken away

 

I found the land so much favorable

With lots of people around

I came across only the good

It was a real brotherhood

 

People come and inquire about the health

But no one questioned about the wealth

They knew I had earned it with hard work

So always they showered me with good and appreciative words