Any merit for me?
But the smile on my face
Honour me, to see,
Not when I join the race
I'm the beggar on your way
Help me, in any way
Not when my soul will lie
Beneath the ground
Then you'd condole, 'how did he die'
You'd cry and roll round the ground
But you forgot, I needed to eat
Now, my body, ants would daily eat
Don't buy me the costliest casket
When you deserted my suffering
You could have been my saviour
But why do you prefer to mourn me?
In the hospital bed, I lay
Since that day
You'd never ask how I was
How my syndromes daily plus
But now, you attend my funeral
You're so delighted in my burial
Spending huge money for my farewell,
Which you'd have used to make me well.
Honour me, while I live
Before my soul would leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem