In the End Nothing Really Matters

A death bed
All it took
Memories flood
Pond of regrets
Unasked questions
Hidden beneath
Cloak of pretensions
Woven in ages
Engraved on scriptures
Embedded within
Great minds
of Righteous men
Declaring destiny
as Preordained

Who would console
a Dying man
Deprived himself
that Makes who he is
Doing things only
that Please and Satisfy
Norms and the Culture
Where he was born,
When the curtain falls
Everything else
is Meaningless