On Death “Poem”
How disappointed I was even after my death
What if there were no funerals and no shrines in tis world ?
Where is everything? Reveal O world the faces of corpses buried million years ago
When suffering and pain exceeds it becomes easy according to Ghalib
As soon as I walk into gardens they become deserts and nightingales cries on my visit
Why don’t God send Jesus again to take our sufferings ?
Please someone come up to cure my despairs and sorrows
I m writing words after words may God let no one understood what I mean
Wait Until the post men comes let me write a letter to God?
For I must inform God for how long I am in this devastated world
Let my letter be delivered to God before the grapes turn into wine
For I am waiting for an answer from God as why was I born if not to suffer more than others?
Ghalib I quit drinking but I drink sometimes in evenings of despair and mournings
How do I tell you O world for how long I am in this devastated world?
If only I can keep record of all my bad deeds