As a corpse <br />I woke up <br />to see the world around <br />oh no, there was sound <br />everyone cheerfull and round <br />wondered how they would greet me <br />with pleasant surprise <br />joy and pleasure; <br /> <br />I peeped into <br />my house of matter <br />where I last did shrug my latter <br />my son was sitting in the chair <br />watching T.V. without any prayer <br />from the kitchen my man was calling <br />his usual dishes tasted unfailing <br />there in the wall <br />I stood in my surprise <br />confronted with my photo <br />hung as a shade to <br />spiders and lizards <br /> <br />I wish I could die before <br />all time wasted for cooking and washing <br />nobody missing you <br />nowonder it was a time for thinking <br />all love like a sewage drain <br />down to earth, sick and pain.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-die-40/
