When I died last December, 31st 2004
From frustration and age gifted fatigue
God welcomed me in his abode above
And bestowed upon me the Divine Eye.

I tried to view what’s happening below
When I left all below and went up alone
What they were thinking now about me
How they were treating all my Poems?

None was talking for me in any home
Not even in my home any one talked.
My pet cat, my dear dog, went as usual
Even my wife enjoying her breakfast.

When I checked trash it was shocking;
All my Poems lying at its rock bottom.
I prayed to God: “My throat is choking.
Return my grave for dust to consume.”