>≫≫ A View Through The Hole Of A Cold Coffin

Too glad I become and in joy my heart cheers In an intensified gloomy atmosphere The moment I see people through The little hole of the cold coffin For me they arrange Once abusing Now showering praise Gathering upon the straight lines Just before my last ritual Before that I saw my relatives Whom I never heard throwing kind words Now going unconscious Listening the news of my demise From the lipstick coated lips of the news reader As if they lost a man of great value which I never understood dealing with them while I was alive After knowing my worth No more I could continue the puzzle So I stand up and tell them I did not die It is a game I set to weigh my value in their lives At first they look confused Later they understand and take me back Since then very happily together we live.