The Life of Death

The saddest part of being a human is that
With passing time we get old.
And when we need energy, we find no fat
Beneath our wrinkled skin tone.

We start to lose our charm in the most unpleasing way,
We become unappealing, lethargic and ugly.
We cannot even stand beneath the warm sun during the day,
And can only dream of again walking briskly.

Then comes that day which is destined for all of us,
We have to leave this world and hug demise.
It is the time that defines the term 'mortal',
And no one can escape this fate, neither the foolish nor the wise.

What happens then? After someone has died?
Obviously, we lament and shriek at the loss.
But can that dead person again see us,
Engaged bitterly in a loud remorse?

Where does he go when his body is burnt?
Or is placed in a coffin and then buried in this Earth?
Is the man's vision lost for ever,
When the flame of his life becomes an extinguished hearth?

Is there any hell or heaven?
Do all spirits reach there by the roads which they had taken?
Is there any God with whom they ultimately meet?
Or the spirits of the dead further burn because of the hell's heat?

No living creature has ever experienced death,
Then why is everyone so sure that what does heaven or hell hath?
These different dimensions of the world are never seen,
Then why do people say that these places have always been?

And what does that dead man feel?
He knows that his wounds are never going to heal.
His absence will always haunt the joy of the relatives,
But now in our world, is he still a native?

What form does he take after he dies?
Does he look the same as he did before his death?
Or he reduces in size to become somewhat like flies?

Religions say that after death, a person meets the Lord,
He loves him and protects him from facing any odds.
The dead man finds a shelter in the land of the ultimate King,
But to all dead people, is this the only thing which their fortunes bring?

Isn't the heaven already over-crowded with other good people?
And hell suffocated with those who committed crimes quite lethal?
Is there any further room to stuff the invisible into it?
Isn't there any other dimension which is still to be lit?

If the spirits survive even after the death, what is their age?
These are some of the questions which people never envisage.
Don’t these spirits grow older in heaven after death?
And when their time comes, don't they suffer yet another death?

How long a person does lives then? What is the whole logic?
Is death something really bad or tragic?
Can anyone explain me what actually happens when there is no breath?

'What is the life of the death??'