<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=406753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When you are borne and gone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You come with naked body<br>As natural as flower <br>With pink rose face and fists closed <br>You cried in full and all laughed at you<br>What did they expect you to become? <br>Professor, doctor.philosopher, or guide<br>No one knew what was in store for you<br>But all hopes hinged on you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What did you do in life? <br>Amassed enough wealth<br>Robbed and killed many innocents<br>Just for self and family members<br>For bright future and generations to come<br>Nothing stayed with you as days approached<br>Bade a farewell amidst curse, blessings or prayers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What did you gain? <br>Thousands of applause<br>Millions of hands rose for blessings<br>For lovely memory as saint, politician or donor<br>Good acamadecian, social worker or reformer<br>Golden words from noble man and preacher<br>Gentleman, son of the soil or martyr<br>Name worth millions of rupees<br>Precious than diamond and holy books</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was that worth or enough? <br>Leave it for future generations to judge? <br>Single faith and never to budge<br>Struck to words and principled life<br>Life like king size as honoured man<br>Did what ever you could or did</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simple goal, .simple mission with worth living</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hasmukh+Amathalal">Hasmukh Amathalal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=406753" data-title="When you are borne and gone de Hasmukh Amathalal" data-description="You come with naked body As natural as flower With pink rose face and fists closed You cried in full and all laughed at you What did they expect you to become? Professor, doctor.philosopher, or guide No one knew what was in store for you But al..."></div> </div> </div>

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