Our Self-Written Obituaries – Maham Singh, Phagwara, Punjab
The 200th death.
[Text and photos sent by Maham Singh]
In the glibs of this beautiful world, I annihilate myself today…
Tell me oh women of castles that you need my hair to hold on to the senses of them wandering riches
Tell me oh envy eyes that you want my eyes to behold my beloved the way I did.
Tell me you the best florist that you need my nose to get the fragrance of the exotic flowers my love showered on me
Tell me oh you beauty woman that you need my cheeks to get the rouge I had from my beloved’s presence
Tell me oh men craving for touch that you want my lips to taste the elixir to never ending ecstasy
Tell me oh people weak on selves that you need my broad shoulders to stand strong
Tell me oh wretched you need my bosom to comfort yourselves
Tell me oh barren women that you need my womb to create the living toys of illusion
Tell me oh you falling beasts that you need my thighs to stand tall once again
Tell me oh you men blinded by ego that you need my knees to prostrate before Him
Tell me oh woman impound that you need my ankles to dance again
Tell me oh people lead astray that you need my feet to change your coarse
Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at firstname.lastname@example.org.