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The Last Ride – Zamreen Zarook
God gave us the life with much prosper,
Never to take this opportunity as cheaper,
No point of storing wealth in a crisper,
Increase your morals and attitudes as a creeper.
When the time comes for the departure,
Every moments will be an adventure,
No time to think on agriculture,
No mood to go for architecture.
Wealth, that we said “mine” will be moving away,
Family that we called “mine” will be waving away,
Designations that we had “I am” will be thrown away,
At last the body is taken and buried away.
Alexander's hands were out when he was buried,
Which says the world, nothing accompanied,
Good deeds and merits that we earn, only to be carried,
So let’s lead a life that to be copied.