When your days and rays are done
Hypocrites in loud voice sing lies
Wake up from your casket, brandishing the gun
That shoots down the lie shining in their eyes.
Smite them dead
Wrecking frivolities they utter
Quoting your name in vain from a stubborn homestead
Cos from where you stand their lies don't matter.
Strip down bells and veils of deceit
They wear without any shame
Demanding from your family the receipt
On which they scribble convenient claims in your name.
Erase the evil epitaph
They describe, inscribe and prescribe on your tomb
As though it transmutes into a cenotaph
Where hypocrites roll out droves of doom and gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem