MY LIFE, A COLLATERAL.....
My life is not my life, but a borrowed asset
Set as a collateral for a specific time....!!!
If I could in an 80 be returned......
Then what would be my works, or my words or my path, or my traces of ever being borrowed,
Or if lengthened to an 100, then what happens.......!!!
When my feeble legs is supported by an auxiliary
And my greyed brain becomes too soft to be combed
If even there's an heir........!!!
Then the irritating cries of enemies awash my coffin
My life is not my life, but only a borrowed asset to be returned
For too long a short time......!!!
My money is not my money but a government of assets circulating prin...minted notes
My properties are not my properties, they are to be bequeathed
To progenies who may not cherish them as I do
Or hold them dear as they ought to........
Or even consult a consultant and sell it off without a blink of two-thoughts
My body is not my body,but a borrowed vessel of entrails
Awashed with painful-ecstacy and ecstatic-pain
Along with memories of friendly-foes who has crossed the bar
Then after decades of complicated joyful-sadness
The body goes to the bank, as he lays still in the damned coffin
Awashed with sorrowful cries of living assets
As another unworked title "late" is added to the title of the deceased........!!
WHEN I REASONED WITHING MY UNDERSTANDING, THEN I UNDERSTOOD THAT MY LIFE IS BUT A COLLATERAL.........!!!