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Dear Mom, Dad and guys,
Time to pretend you’re brave
Put me in something nice,
As I’m going to my grave.
Put that one-eared brown monkey in,
Also that baby blue sweater,
Than all the places I have been,
Now I’m going to feel much colder.
Get me that milky tooth,
left under bed for tooth-fairy,
Embedded in a small ring,
Wear me before you bury.
Don’t forget Mom’s red saree,
As that will be my shroud,
And bring the medals on T.V,
That made my Daddy proud.
And also the broken video game,
That brother never let me play,
Now that I have ample time,
Down there I’ll learn the game.
Also fetch that soldier uncle’s big gun,
Tell him I asked if he denies,
I’ll take down that hatred machine,
Before it becomes reason of demise.
Finally bring me those dry rose petals,
Beneath the green diary I hid,
Don’t tell him how I got so brittle,
Tell I love him more for what he did.
