A NOVEL ACT FOR A NOBLE FACT

 

 

Once there lived a millionaire who did have a weird habit,

Oft he did things overtly and covertly for a noble scene

Aiming messages to be  conceived faster than talk a bit

One such message was an ad for the costliest limousine.

A week later another ad, intentions once again did flower

Inviting all to witness, an event of a virgin in wait, a burial ,

The second one created a flutter, news for the gossip lover,

Town waited for the burial, suspecting the coroners’ trial.

Millionaire put his efforts in real earnest digging the grave,

Murmurs everywhere, despising this unwise act of a fool,

Expressing  their ire, all in satire, and tarnishing his stature,

Keeping the critics at bay, unduly  resilient and  icy cool,

The day arrived, and a huge turnout of the public in sight,

Men from all walks of life poured in, on the stage and hall,

Queries asked, all mortified his act, yet he was unmoved,

It was the time of reply, he shook the audience in enthrall,

Yes, I justify your thoughts, my act was a weird one, I admit,

It’s a colossal  waste of money, that is buried, helping none,

Parts of the car are unused, reusable for ailing cars in need,

So  are we, after our death, many can live if we think all alike,

Many die  in accidents, or after  a brief illness, in middle age

Yet for some  reasons we do  bury them or keep it  in pyres,

Unto ashes or soil, helping none, forgetting someone in need,

Let our organs live  after our  death, message ended in cheers.