I Have No Death Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Think not,
I am one of such funny men
Who look only for a grain of rice
To fill up the stomach and simply
Pass out of this universe?

Think not,
I am one of such funny men
Who are made of papers and documents
To look for rules and regulations
Under a clause or section
Even to throw a coin for a beggar.

When my head is held high, I am the sky above
And when I fall, I am the seed down the earth
To come up again
Either as a cyclone
Or a gentle breeze
Dancing with flowers

I have no death.
Because, I am not the body
I have the body.