Wise people are not afraid
When time comes to be laid
For final abode
It need not be told
Early or late
It is called certain fate
One has to be casualty
That is wish of an almighty
Graveyard
last destination to look forward
With insight prayer to lord
To save from cruel world
If you were good
People shall love from neighborhood
They shall worry for your health
Pray God for smooth and painless death
After all it was your creation
Sincere try for building relation
You failed in all attempts
That could have been utilized or kept
Some people may remember
Some may curse after
You are fully lowered
Inside grave and buried
hasmukh amathalal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-abode-2/
