Search For A New Life

everyone either living or non living beings at the end tends to search for a new life

Standing there from aeons
Has watched all the weathers
Day and night
Its soul figure
Has now reached full fledged height

At once, even it was juvenile
Wearing the green sari,decorated
With vermilion coloured jewel
Giving new resurgence to others

It was then attractive,
With plenty of visiters by
No one failed to give
Its beauty a generous look by

Now its lanky figure
In doubt,
Is in search of a
Beautiful cremation

Its dull, dark sari
Requires a new look
From its known ones
Leaving behind the fugitive life
It needs its own dear one's back

It was then beautiful
With its juvenility
It's still beautiful
With its dark, dull,
Lanky looks of fugitivity