What would happen on the day When death tinkers in your life This thought might recoil once It turns a 'men' into 'corpse' I soliloquy kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears Several examine you by discussing your deeds. Pale face like a winter moon ignite on funeral pyre ossesous turn into ash Memories get fade with the passage of time So what we earn worth by stay alive? The only things which eternal relies on your deeds It alive era to era never die Embellish your deeds with great cause and painstaking The actions never die, remain imortal with every rays of sunshine....