They have forgotten my name and domicile too.
Engraved letters disappeared of my pedigree on the tombstone.
And I want to write this but I cannot come up as the lid is too tight.
Another hero might come here, a friendly advise for you my brother.
Stay away from ego & politics and rest in peace without a tomb.
Life like a Sweet pea soup and you eat once or twice but no more.
The tortoise too flies nowadays and then what else?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something of the moral of Aesop in this highly creative account of your 'dumb hero's tomb'. His advice though is spot on, as is his comment on the 'tortoise' of today. Your images continue to impress Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥