Stingy Gopal had made a lot of money
Which he saved without spending a penny.
But now he was on his death bed,
Knowing this his whole family had gathered.
For the last time he opened his eyes,
Everyone wanted to hear his last wish.
He was staring beyond their shoulders to next room,
And asked his wife to come near him.
Gopal enquired, 'Is my whole family here? '
His wife replied, 'All are around your bed dear'.
Then with anger for the last time he fumed,
'Why the light was on in the other room! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem