When I am dead <br />How do you plan to take me <br />to the ground floor <br />from the fourth floor. <br />Our lift can not carry <br />a man lying <br />Our stairs are also <br />very narrow. <br /> <br />How do you plan <br />to burry me <br />How do you take me <br />to the grave yard <br />from our parking plots. <br />We have no lawn or yard <br />to dress my coffin. <br /> <br />There will be no sunshine <br />may be some pigeons will be <br />here and there <br />with playing children <br />May be there wii be <br />some rain <br />Bins will be there <br />as usual. <br /> <br />You will bring a small truck <br />to reach me to grave yard <br />May be a pigeon will drop <br />some waste on my forehead. <br /> <br />Our kitchen and windows <br />will have last glance on me <br />I shall say <br />goodbye. <br /> <br />My wet shirts and trousers <br />on the rope <br />will raise hands <br />to say <br />goodbye. <br /> <br />Finally, you all will <br />recite <br />' you came from clay <br /> we return you to the clay'<br /><br />Ershad Mazumder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-am-dead-6/
