The End

As the last light leaves his eyes,

A human being turns to a mere soulless body.

The muffled voices drain in cries.

Pin drop silence envelopes children once rowdy.

A grave's dug to bury it beneath the ground.

Beyond his wildest imaginations, six feet under

He is to travel to the land never found.

His vanity is about to be torn asunder.

Endless green paper can't keep the blowflies away

As they feast on the juice of his flesh and skin-

In the past, bathed with expensive perfume every day,

But now in inferno he'll rot for indulging in sin.

The writer is an A levels student from Bangladesh International School & College.

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