Celebration Of Being Alive Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

“I’m Selman, Peter Selman, ”
What brings you here, to this ward?
“Problems in getting the green card,
I was asked to be certified by you, gentleman, ”
“Who are you, you did state? ”
“I’m Selman, Peter Selman, ” I did repeat;
“Son of Sir Andrew Selman.”
“Well, you are dead; you died right a few months ago!
How do we certify that you are alive?
How can we give you a document?
”We are sincere at our duties! '

“Eh! You see me alive in blood and flesh,
And still you make such rude statement? ”
“What a mess here you do make,
You are well listed in dead, lifeless:
No more bluff that you are alive,
We are sincere at our duties;
Trouble not, wait not, off your face! ”

The clerk in the office growled at once,
“We can’t issue any fake certificate,
We are sincere at our duties! ”
“Then, what do I need to do to disprove you? ”
“Bring your father, Sir Selman, ”
“But he died long ago and no more now, ”
“Our no report says that he’s dead,
Let him come and witness the sue
And then we focus on this issue;
Off, now, right away and trouble no more,
We are sincere at our duties! ”

I came out of the office in a dilemma
That I’m alive or dead in this world panorama!