Many times
I resolved to restrain
And I did
But I m not sure
If I could
Let me take rest
Dig the grave deep
Lest a worm
Crawls up
To tell the story
Of my deer song
Which didnot die
And though buried
Could not fade away
From the memory of
An obelisk
Ask the carpenter t o make a new obelisk
Of wood
Soft one
So that white ants
Devour it easily
And keep my songs live
In the rich fertile soil
Manured by my own body
