The death bed.

That's so far away,
The redish color all around,
Unimaginable world
Just lined by others,
Can be white to some,
So can be Grey to others,
The body gets deceased,
And the soul flies,
Weathered leaves there and here,
Can be sunny ,
Or so can it be chilly,
Below the digged earth,
Or moving in the yamuna,
Fiddling in  one's thinking ,
No more family to look on,
All alone in the dark room,
The hurdling voices ,
Joining of new world,
Do it be bad,
Or a posh,
All the deeds published there,
No more hard work to perform,
Only the time to calculate,
Just an aerial view of ur loved one's,
No more flattering,
Anywhere and across those seven sky's,

Shining dull or bright......