Not a second less
Not a day more
Or second less from store
You shall live here
Without any fear
Even without your saying
You shall be laid
On funeral pyre
With nothing more to satire
You are there in dead form
With no smile and charm
The face has become pale
And whole body has turned stale
You are like wood
And message is understood
The people feel bad at that moment of time
An turn little alter to routine life time
From bubble, you emerged
Survived and managed
Now you are gone forever
With no trace left after
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