I DUG MY GRAVE

I started, yes happily, to do my work

To dig with my own hands, lovely grave for myself

People can build a house to live for them

Can’t I create and dig a grave for me to sleep?

I will dig it myself sure, with my own hands

,As I don’t want, some worker’s sweat there!

Of course, this will be the most beautiful one

Better than any Tomb ever built in Egypt

I will paint it with lovely blue colour all over

And make lots of shelves one side to store

To store hundreds of books, I love to read on

In languages English, Hindi and Tamil known

I will keep only some Champa flowers yellow

Which is as wild and self-made just like me

I won’t keep any cell phones, there definitely

Of course no one will call a dead, I am sure

But my loving PC which lived with me for years

Will I surely carry, my only dearest friend here

Oh! I heard you! I won’t be buried, you say

So what? It is fine!

What is wrong in dreaming?

A beautiful grave, just for me which may not exist?