Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I So, I do not want to live, I want to die And I want to become a holy ghost Whom the people would like the most. Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back To my own permanent and eternal home You may call it a suicide or martyrdom. In my real home I see the news Coming from the lipstick coated lips In the television of my molten death People are sobbing with a heavy breath. The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain. The only son of my father The only darling of my mother Fainted repeatedly on the cushion Peal like tear drops coming from my beloved son, Friends and relatives express grief in the community hall, All these excite me and I sought to say'' I love you all.'' For the first time in my life in my last ritual I listen From those men that I was really a very very good man. In such intense atmosphere of gloom and sad My heart cheers and I become too much glad.