I woke up to the morning light,
I had studied hard all last night,
For the next day I had an examination
I studied the wars and battles of time
And learnt years and dates sublime
And events that had happened in this great nation

My room was as bare as it could ever be.
My things- I could not see.
All was gone. So out of my room I rushed.
And there, in a corner, sat my mother,
Weeping beside my bawling brother,
In a house filled with a silence that was hushed.

And there were my relatives from afar,
I went to greet them with my arms ajar
But not one word did they say to me at all.
Disappointed, at them I shouted
Only more tears would come I doubted
But still, they acted as if I wasn’t there- standing tall.

Frustration climbed upon me,
“I am here! Can you not see?”
I asked, filled with so much anger that I cried.
But then I realized, why
I wasn’t noticed when walking by.
The reason? Simple. I, had died.