POEM
Felt unhappy when I saw coffin of my friend's mother.
When I was reciting my poem, I saw a coffin at distance.
Doubted as friend's mother, went to see at distance.
Felt unhappy to see her coffin.
Thought of death made unhappy.
I came and told about it to my mother.
I saw the death as cruel and hard.
Life is mystry and it is only history.
Kindness and humanity are seeing there.
The sad day is today here.
