Social Talks

My dear people of the society,

Your mother held and protected 

Only the naked you inside her womb,

But not the wealth or anything else.

Remember, you're made up of dust

And surely every organ of you turns to dust.

On your final day on this land,

When you happily rest in peace

Your graveyard holds nothing, 

But only your cadaver 

Till that totally gets mingled with the soil.

Now, what happens to your wealth?

Where are your name and fame?

Where are the people whom you had earned 

When you were alive?

Do all these really matter?

Just wait! Think for a while.

Stop your mind from the rest of the thoughts

Before your heart stops it's work.

You may really not matter,

But your deeds matter even in your absence.

Never stop doing them wholeheartedly,

Because they are the only things 

That keeps you alive in millions of hearts.