Death

You think you matter?

I give you a dare!

Picture yourself dead

Think how many will care!

What will be the things said?

How long will they go?

How many will smile?

How many will woe?

I tell you, all will gather

The worst off will be your mother

Two or three will cry

Rest of them will come for your father

He is the one who needs consolation

How else will they get their promotion?

People will say

“He was a nice boy.

What was his name?”

This is the truth, its not lame!

And the people you call your friends!

They will call or visit to keep their shame.

“Oh! We sat with him in the class

And all that time pass!

He was so boring, wrote poems and all!

Off our backs! Once and for all!

And the women he irritated!

I swear, for this moment they waited!”

And they will go about their daily business

Telling people about your room and its mess

The long hair you kept

And sometimes your room unswept.

No one will talk of your dreams unfulfilled

No one will care it was natural or you were killed

After your father, no one will take care of your mother

Trust me, no one will bother!

Welcome to reality and it’s a jungle here,

Except by will, no one is bound

Whether you exist or not

The world goes round!

Take care of yourself and people who love you

The days of your life and such people

Both are few!

The Happy Prince