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PREPARATION
Death comes to each of us, sparing none, to one n all
We for ourselves or our dear ones, death cannot stall
It's impossible to play this football match; one cannot pass on the ball.
However great a doctor is, a soul he can never reinstall
So finally, when a dear one passes away; into depression we may fall.
This perhaps is a re-awakening for us, a Heavenly alarm or a call
Our subconscious mind we have to stir n awaken; so that happily we enter Ahura's hall
Armin Dutia Motashaw
