Funeral Poem by Anurag Kumar Swami

It was just an illusion, which I was thinking real
It was movie's THE END, not serial’s FREE HAND
Now I have white clothe of local Brand

It was just an illusion, which I was thinking real
My Children were sad, they all are mad
They are saying dad, wake up!
I said my ticket is already paid

I was burned on fire, buried in sand
I was owner of 1000 Acre but it was just 10 X 10 land

Peoples gathered there, my qualities were shared
I was black and there were white haired

After some hour, I was converted into ash
Life was not football, it was chess

It was Sunday noon
Ok bye, see u soon