Death comes to each of us, sparing none, to one n all

We for ourselves or our dear ones, death cannot stall

It's impossible to play this football match; one cannot pass on the ball.

However great a doctor is, a soul he can never reinstall

So finally, when a dear one passes away; into depression we may fall.

This perhaps is a re-awakening for us, a Heavenly alarm or a call

Our subconscious mind we have to stir n awaken; so that happily we enter Ahura's hall

Armin Dutia Motashaw