Cost Of Life...

We live to die, and we die because we’ve lived

And rest of all is history and belief

The grief we endure so happiness we don’t take for granted

Aiming for virtues and ideals, with sins our life is tainted

Our existence is the slave of time, it fades away in moments

And yet we waste most of our life scrambling for endowments

One simple question I want to ask

A query for many, indeed not a difficult task

What’s the cost of life?

If you’re poor or broke you indeed pay a hefty price

But if you’re rich any amount you are able to tip

Only the demand should come on your lips

Then next expected question which follows

It’s about the man from the gallows

What’s the cost of death?

Do we reimburse it through each breaths?

For rich, it is their emotions

For poor it is chaos and commotion

But it means both of them to suffer in their own way

After all, they are fragile humans, made out of clay!

Then this last doubt of mine please do clear,

Why the compensation was given is different according to status for tears?

What’s the value of survival?

Because priceless is the revival

It has an inverse relation with viability which is skipped being pensive

As the cost of life decreases survival indeed becomes expensive…