I asked him: <br />'Can I see the body? ' <br />'Yes.before the doctors come' <br />He opened the door <br />and then <br />the mortuary drawer. <br />Out came my cousin's body <br />cuddled with that of a begger <br />He looked majestic <br />all 186 cm <br />Designer shirt <br />with upper buttons open <br />to show a rosary on the neck. <br />Coffee brown pants <br />Imported stylish costly watch <br />stopped showing time of his death. <br />Specially made <br />elegant shoes. <br />His eyes closed <br />as if in sleep <br />not even a cut on his body <br />Only the body of begger almost embracing him <br />in the same drawer looked <br />abnormal. <br />Otherwise he looked <br />just sleeping <br />his hands still in a position <br />holding bike. <br />I thought of calling him, <br />even his thick stylish hair looked live. <br />Coming out I strangely felt <br />envy for him. <br />He could escape from this world. <br />I had years and years of torture <br />unending torture <br />never ending stories of pain. <br />God must be thinking that <br />death will be my greatest enjoyment. <br />He being naughty <br />He must be denying it to me <br />like even a bit of love. <br />But I am working out my plans to defeat God <br />and his unending laugh <br />whenever he sees me.<br /><br />Thomas Viruvelil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-laughing-at-me/
