My poem!!!

Voice of a dying soul
Lying on the death bed i wonder;
if life was mine or anyone's other;
The whole life i spent following you;
Was this life or just a cue.

Cue to understand human mind;
a chance to measure emotions in kind;
-to know about the world and its virtues;
and to enjoy and experience different hues.

If that was life then i have lived;
a little less or a little more-but i have grieved;
I have seen the vistas of the world;
and suffered and enjoyed like any other boy or girl.

"Kindness, benevolence,honesty are good;
jealous,anger and sad you never should;
Extend your hand to a beggar;
to live long eat little sugar.
Be kind to one and all;
never let your morals fall;
we are all the same;
some strong and some lame."

Is this why- I am living;
to follow what the hell you are saying;
Do i have no choice;
but only to follow your advice.

You can lead me to make money;
You can force me not to eat honey;
So that i may live long;
With a great faming and be strong life long.

But is life about living long;
and killing yourself all along;
if that's what are you saying;
then please my dear donkey stop baying.

Life's just a chance to explore;
a game for your spirit to implore;
And at last its just illusion;
oh! intellingent guy did You understand my allusion .
(its urs live it the way u like)

I am not the first nor the last;
to leave this earth to attain another mast;
the life is yours;
do anything u like without remorse.
I am not the first nor the last