Egoism Poem by Ravisankar Maitree

Egoism
Ravisankar Maitree

Either bullet or bullet penetrate or penetrate like Krishno
Where is the bullet boy, bird hunter?
Want to die like a bird
Want to fell in the grass
I neither want Chita nor want grave
Without name and fame want to hide in a deep grass,
Want to the feast of the bees
Don’t touch my body – vulture, crow and fox
Want to die like a bird
At the time of the funeral wants to mix in the soil.