In life, we draw lines in the sand, Dividing ourselves by caste and by brand, But when the final moments draw near, These divisions begin to disappear.

For in death's embrace, we all are the same, No longer bound by society's claim, The veil of prejudice starts to fade, As we confront the end of our earthly parade.

When alive, we seek identity and kin, A sense of belonging deep within, But as the final...