Can't Take Anything To The Grave Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Can't Take Anything To The Grave



Sitting under a tree
I pen down poems
About this life and for
Survival the endless games

That we have to play
Through night and day
To live and make a name
To earn money and fame

The moment comes
To leave all that we save
We don't have power
To take them into our grave

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