I wish I die outside the house I built
With the body not brought to the house
Lest the body laid site should haunts inmates.
The old house where my parents died, scares me.
02.09.2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to look back on the events of the past and decide the course of action to be taken in a similar eventuality happening in foreseeable future. This is part of the human nature, Thanks, Chettiar Sir.