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: : DEATH-THE ULTIMATE REDEEMER : : His dear ones disowned him. : : left out there, alone to rot. : : After the life long love & care : : this is what his fate had owned. : : Thrilled with the excitement of having a son, : : he watched him grow up, laugh & run; : : He toiled and struggled to give him a place : : in this world of unending competition and race. : : He witnessed the day when his son got married, : : the household overjoyed with fun and frolic. : : He watched his family grow day by day. : : in happy & sad moments, goodness and dismay. : : He dreamt about his future that he worked for and yearned, : : but look, what life taught him and see what he learnt. : : The child for whom he struggled day in and out : : had shut him out of his very own house. : : The son’s heart did not soften : : When he looked into the wet eyes of his father in a piteous condition : : A completely shattered man as he was, : : he had nothing to live for, no dear cause. : : Grief and misery had overcome him. : : Pain and suffering showered liberally upon him. : : Diseased and wrinkled, he lay in a corner, : : Praying every moment for his end to come closer. : : And then came the gleam of death, disguised as an angel : : Which with its cold touch freed him from the sles of this world. : : Note: This poem is dedicated to the thousands who are thrown out of their very own houses and shut up in the old people’s home and are left all alone to die.

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