As a man dies
the spirited soul flies
the body remains.
While on mourn one hears
talks of his achievements
whispers of his faults.
Days pass a reversal is found
contempt spreads at large
tales of his defects abound.
The tongue wags
waxes many a story
wanes even more.
Life is beautiful
euphemism enlarges,
dysphemism shrinks.
Meenas Poems 