Circus
Circus
Dead body burning inside the crematorium,
Procession outside the cremation ground,
Seeing the dead body
Of the loved one,
Burning on the pyre inside
The crematorium,
Relatives are sad,
They look like a mountain of
Grief has broken them
Baraati is happy outside
They are dancing to the tune of
The band,
Both events are part of life
One who has come to this world
Has to go from this world one day
But life does not stop with
Fear of death.
Rule of the circus is
"Show must go on"
The world is also a circus
And we are all its characters