Who could not walk on street without help of others
Can he climb stairs of heaven alone in last days?
When death of illusions hides in this last encounter
Whole life lived as taken for granted
Now it must be salvation or pilgrimage but whole
Screenplay diverts to childish creeping for reality
Amusing words setting in obscenity this may be recheck
Of alpha perhaps they have hidden secrets of life
No any judgement was satisfactory to prove this love
Whereabouts of hearts of both
Visera of face and lie detector fails
My whole services and worries to protect and upbring
All of this home as garden, collapsed now?
I thought my result would be different from others
Yet everything is same story as others then
Why should I, ashamed to tell others?
In fear I may lose my dignity, status
Then what
All they would dedicate me on my sad demise
What they feel when not between them in four lines
As others do in newspaper