From My Tomb on the First Night

It is from the subterranean room I reside,

from today and on todays of tomorrows.

My voice was sweet and the world told me that,

but one will hear it nevermore.

My room is cool with droplets sprouting down,

proclaiming the happiness of my brethren at heaven.

The rain. Or is it the salt from the eyes of my kin,

I know not.

I’m speaking to my little fellows,

from nearby families of Arthropod and Annelid.

They love me to the extend they love me to eat

But they’ll spare my lips, for they say they’ll sing for them.

                                                                                -Arun Geo Augustine