Unwritten Obituary

Who would write my obituary,

One, many or none?

What could be the first sentence

And what could be the last?

My mother will write one

With her sighs

My wife will write one

With her sleepless nights

My children will recapture me

In their memories, green and hurting

Friends will not miss me

For I have always been missing for them

Someone will die somewhere

Just to know what my death is like

Enemies will find it difficult to choose

The right word and right smile

To celebrate the one cherished departure.

To those who want to write my obit

I have an advice to give

Do not copy-edit your pieces

For I never cared to copy edit mine.

Life for me is a collection of short sentences

Written and read in the right spirit

Because none corrects a twisted petal

A raging wind, a broken wave

And a scary dream,

I don’t want my obit to be corrected.

Even you could write one in water

If you do not find marble or bronze.