I just murmured;
'Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf'
and looked around in the theater.
Then an unknown person I found
seated behind me
and he was told;
'You have come to know me soon
And I am your native humble funeral caretaker
Barney Raymond's representative in the States
Very helpful to the downtrodden.
Burial could be in the motherland with all the rituals
and your known people.
Not to to worry about the expences and we have our own flights
like a rocket your corpses reach there and the *kindest President
will be there for the ceremony? '
I was really scared for the last night's nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem