DeathWhen someone dies, a baby is born,
The parents look down at the infant form.
It jumps, it plays,
It learns to love the days.
He cries at the place the parents call ‘cool’,
It was his first day of school.
Alas though, it was fun,
Even when he learned about the Hun.
Time passed by,
He never once looked at the sky.
Oh, how he wanted to go back to the day,
Before when his father passed away.
Tears were shed,
Even when he was in bed.
He cried out sometimes,
When people stepped over the line.
However, he met her,
He knew love was about to stir.
She laughed when he always used to say,
That he would love to get married one day.
Despite the jokes, he was married,
He knew he had a lot of duties to carry.
Years passed, something changed,
The world seemed to go out of range.
His children were full of joy,
But something was wrong with the soy.
He didn’t want to be rude,
But something was wrong with the food.
He fell ill,
His wife couldn’t afford the bill.
He saw a man in bla