Hurting Errand

When the time comes..
I'll depart away for sure..
and my sins and deeds..
would decide my afterlife and tenure..

The things that've a beginning..
always do have an end..
Some in expensive coffins...
Some on the mother land..
Some dont even recieve that..
in this mean errand..

The woods and logs are burning..
no! its not the fireplace, see
its the place to end a life..
it is the hurting cremetory..

The only place where water
is so scared of fire..
even the mightiest rainfalls never..
can blow out, burning of the pyre...

A cloud of smoke slowly rises
and slowly vanishes in the sky
noone dares to come, in its way..
not even the birds, pass by..

Million ends just happen..
each and every day..
sometime due to natural cause...
and sometimes in different way...

The importance of a human
is understood after the death
slowly, your presence ends up..
as destined by the fate..