LIFE AND DEATH
A man was walking through woods;
On his head he was carrying goods.
He was very thin and old;
It was winter and he was cold.
He was tired and sat down to rest;
He was sure he would reach his nest.
But before reaching home he ceased to be;
He was found dead under a tree.
In his hand was a page and a pen;
Everybody was reading it now and then.
These words were written on it;
Life is not granted to sit.
It is given to fill the answer sheet;
But it should be clean and neat.
If you passed the test good and nice;
If you failed you must pay the price.
If you liked or don't liked my way;
I have said what I had to say.
(SHEIKH IMAD UL ISLAM)