Death

May the day came soon 

The small hearted Arun 

Had a last night in the bed 

Alone in his own shed 

 

Wish, next morning I wont wake 

Breakfast by mother, I wont take

 

To awaken me, mother might be thinking 

The water to pour 

But sorry mom, Arun would be no more 

To open the door 

 

Dad will open it anyway 

And will see me lying in bed 

With hammer in the hand 

And big wound in the head 

 

I bet, no one could stop

My parents' running tears 

The truth would be bitter 

And not easy to bear 

 

The neighbours will shout 

In the age to play toy 

Himself took his breathe 

What a poor boy... 

 

A small fire is enough 

To disturb the whole hive 

A small reason is enough 

To change the whole life