City Of The Dead

I happened to see the city of the dead,

All of them drowned in their world,

No one bothered about the other, just concerned about their graves,

Outside their coffins, they were busy with their chores,

Those things that they ignored were their priorities there,

As alive, they might have cut trees to feed their desires,

But now as dead, they were planting them and nurturing,

Though not for them, but for generations to follow,

When alive, probably gossips had consumed their time more,

Now silence had ruled them, and work was their prime concern,

No smile, no greed, no desires anymore,

Just a lesson that nothing was theirs and nothing will be ever,

If you want to live forever, do good and leave the rest to God,

For goodness never dies, whether you are breathing or dead and moved to final abode.