After seconds, the heart beats, taking in and taking out, the eyes flashes back, to the scenarios of the past. How the mouth had said "Don't pluck that mango!" "Go and lock that well!!" "GET RID OF HIM!!!" And the hands, streams and blood drained, Through the walls, the ears travelled far How I wish, that soul had comprehended, that nothing lasts, but, the favour of the creator. Alas! The great messenger knocks.