Rest In Peace

Rest in peace -- a poem I am nothing but the raw material of

Soul 

Lost potential hidden inside

Before achieving it

They have thrown away

By moulding procuring in

New form.

Managing all hindrances in the path

With gleaming fake illusions.

This is another dumping ground

Where pile of skeletons whispering

Still after death remorsing on

Failure of a chance to urge to utter

As whip lashes to its utmost

Seeking love not important than

This duty.

To serve millions of dying people in deception.

So I apologize to all for this big

Mistake

I don't need a torrent of words but what should I say in riposte to die

Peacefully.

At the last moment of life, what the poet felt was regret for not doing his duties.