Circus

Dead body burning inside the crematorium,

Procession outside the cremation ground,

Seeing the dead body

Of the loved one,

Burning on the pyre inside

The crematorium,

Relatives are sad,

They look like a mountain of

Grief has broken them

Baraati is happy outside

They are dancing to the tune of 

The band,

Both events are part of life

One who has come to this world

Has to go from this world one day

But life does not stop with 

Fear of death.

Rule of the circus is

"Show must go on"

The world is also a circus

And we are all its characters