When I Die.... Poem by lalitha iyer

As a corpse
I woke up
to see the world around
oh no, there was sound
everyone cheerfull and round
wondered how they would greet me
with pleasant surprise
joy and pleasure;

I peeped into
my house of matter
where I last did shrug my latter
my son was sitting in the chair
watching T.V. without any prayer
from the kitchen my man was calling
his usual dishes tasted unfailing
there in the wall
I stood in my surprise
confronted with my photo
hung as a shade to
spiders and lizards

I wish I could die before
all time wasted for cooking and washing
nobody missing you
nowonder it was a time for thinking
all love like a sewage drain
down to earth, sick and pain.