A THOUGHT BEYOND

Oh! How the dead sleep
Sleep! Sleep!! Sleep!!!
Man who has refused to rest
Who plans what he ought to do
Tomorrow and today
Who goes to sleep when others
Are awake and alert
Never gives rest to his body
For want of fulfillment and desire
With life of struggles and strivings
He works himself to bizarre
By thinking that life ends here
That all depends on him to be successful
Oh how funny it is
Here he lies like a tree
Felled down with dulmer
No words, no speech of threat are heard
No ears to listen to anyone
Deaf and dumb to all feelings
Because he’s in a deep slumber
For the silver cord has been broken
Hence separating the astral and physical bodies
Here lies the physical body
While the astral is an endless journey
To that place he was moving towards
Since the day of his conception
O! How the dead sleep
They can never wake up
Wait from now till tomorrow
Man is asleep
Though asleep has a message yet
That you who is still awake
Ought know that one day
You’ll sleep and never to wake
That there is no time
That the only time constant with death
Is the time of now
The only question death asks is
What have you done for men and world
And what have you failed to do while awake
The only answer death expects from you is
I have tried my best to be good to all men