Gurdip Singh
What? A dead man lives two lives?
The one he lives with the friends and foes
Eking his living by hook or hoes
Perspiring, inspiring respiring despairing
Collecting and saving investing and sharing
Gaining and losing, leaving and choosing
Boozing, drooling, drilling and oozing
Known by his deeds, he lives a life
Under a shelter, children and wife
The one he lives on his own,
Where he lives a life unknown
The fog, the mist, the smoky and hazy
Keeps him on toes sending him crazy
The dreams unfulfilled, the grain un-milled
The words unspoken the deeds undone
He lives in the world all except none
He lives the life in his mind
To keep to himself woken and blind
Leaving in the world tiny marks
Here and there cinders and sparks
The moment he dies, the world little cries
The departed soul is mourned no more
‘Tis the time to unearth and bore’
His friends and foes are busy in digging
Shoveling and drilling, drilling and rigging
Not for his coffin to bury his remains
But to unearth where lies the treasures
Life he lived in the shady pleasures
Ah, here lies the man who lied to the world
The story he wove in unspoken word.
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