Poem By Sudhakar Gaidhani (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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SHROUD OF MY CHOICE
I suddenly felt that I should choose
my own favorite shroud in advance
And finally I bought a milky
cotton shroud of my choice
I used to be half asleep with
my eyes closed waiting for the bliss
of peaceful sleep.
But sometimes at night when
I fell into a deep sleep,
I would see sad birds
in the happy nest
And my bed would
become a coffin
and the old graveyard of my new house.
Then, concentrating on the cross,
I wrote compassionate poems on the shroud
with the ink of loving blood from a sharp nail pen
and dressed it over my naked body.
Now I have a devine dream every new night-
That I am flying with an angel
in paradise as a happy phoenix bird-
Free from all sorrows
and the hungry grave longing for corpse bread.
Prepared Angela Kosta
