Dear To Fear

All his life he did nothing great

Still he was child of god

An ordinary man

An ordinary person

Because it has said that, we all are child of god...

He lived how others live...

He prayed god how others does...

He made no efforts to be like god...

Still he was child of god...

He was good son

He was good father

He was good husband

He was good person

But what was too good to be like a god...

One day he died...

Everyone cried

A man of god was on way of peace..

His family cried...

Wanted him back...

Everyone prayed...

But he never came back...

All he gave his memories to all

Everyone remembered him as a person of god...

But after a time...

Everyone forgot...

No more memories and no more hopes...

One day he came to meet all his loved one...

He appeared how he was...

But all were in fear

By calling him a ghost

Because no wonder he was a dear

Everyone seeing him where in fear...

How a man of god...

Became a man of dark

All where in shock to see him like this

No one remembered the memories of him

He was a child of god...

But after dying...

He became a ghost..

All he did is nothing to became a god or ghost...

But I who made him all I want...

It all was my thinking

It all was my soul...

The thinking of mine made him dear to fear...