Give hopes to dying souls.

A king was in the death bed.
He was constantly musing about.
‘ A befitting funeral would follow.
His eldest son would succeed.
Family would not be broken off.
The people will remember him.
He was dead; nothing happened.
However, as far as he is concerned,
Everything has happened, though not so,
As he had been given assurances.
Yes, he cannot verify the aftermath.
01.09.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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