A man is dead a decade ago,
He still lives in the form of his ego,
He feigned simplicity while living,
Know not why he desired wealth after dying.
Does not it sound quite contrary ?
Nay not it looks real contradictory,
Living want more to hold – comprehensible
Dying long more to hoard-incomprehensible.
The will of a testator is a documentary evidence,
Reveals his wishes and implantable reference,
Dividing his estate among the beneficiaries ,
By imposing fair and justifiable decrees.
This specific testator of talk,
Kept himself the entire block,
Delivered them to his executors,
To carry out his last wishes and orders.
The testament is interpreted different
In countries of his estates inherent,
Bequeathing to sons in one land,
Endowing to grandsons in the other land.
Whimsical as it may appear to all
Mischievous in real sense to call,
Rendering a laborious legal 
toil,
To sort out the entangled coil.
The dead man is turning in his grave,
Recalling his wishes in a save,
He is dead for long in body,
He is alive till now in his “Last Wills” body
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