The End Is Not The End

The good child came first in class;

He was appreciated well by the mass.

Played,sang,danced and merry making for the whole day;

But he knew that new session will begin from the month of May.

He felt so heavy that he always had a question in his head;

So he asked his father, 'when there will be an end?'

Years passed by the way like the ripples of a fountain;

He now graduated by reaching the knowledge mountain!

Now he is a young bold man with his head held high;

He is now a doctor by profession and had no time to take a sigh!

But his question was still there as clear as when he was a child!

He never got time to answer himself.

Since he was the best healer of Cardiff.

In his lifetime he saw so many dying men,

and such a generous that he snatched so many from death!

People still remember the Times of an epidemic 

and saved so many from panic.

He also in his lifetime became the father of two;

Since his wife was dead,so he was the one to say the story of Waterloo.

But now he is almost recumbent in his sleeping chair;

Since the doctor from far away said that his heart not working fair!

But the question still remains in his head;

and reckons about it till his death bed.

But on his dying day, he called upon his doctor;

Since he believed he was his saviour,

and repeated the same question to his saviour ' where there will be an end? '

Doctor said, " only death can be your end! " 

But he believed in his mind, there is no end--

Because his inner me in his dying physical remain,

Will be some another identity on some other day,

Merrying around with good people and work till the end of day.

By the afternoon, neighbours came and his sons sobbing nearby the bed;

Seeing them his grandchildren were very much startled!

Around the sunset they were at the graveyard;

Once a good child is now sleeping under the earth with his sons far apart.

His little grand daughter while leaving put a white lily on his chest!

While everyone left, the birds chirped at their very best!

The wind blew and the leaves fell on his elegy to celebrate--

'The End is not the end! '