• ankita_singh_1997_ 47w


    Two bodies at the graveyard together rushed,
    But still the society didn't stop to judge.
    One rich, another poor.
    One beautiful, another ugly.
    A painful death, a painless death.
    Even after dying the souls weren't kept to rest.
    Judging the bodies even at the graveyard,
    Counting no. of people at the funeral also became a part.
    At last they found peace,
    not on Earth but rest in peace.
    Heaven was the place they finally meet,
    Without worrying about the colour or language they speak.
    Finally the last breathe, proved to be a relief.