"There is plan B to activate
for my final journey"
Grand father told us
He went to hospital for final
Check up
He told doctor to give him form for ***** donation
Doctor said
"There is no use of your old
and torn organs
They will not work for any
Now you will take my body
To my birth place Jind
Where I spent my golden days
In a large joint family
Till age ten not aware
Who was my real mother
Where I stole butter
Hidden from my eyes
I kept alive fire at fire place
To produce hukka to my father in winter days
I came running to get
Rope and tools
When asked by father in fields
My duty was to carry bunddle of grass on head
To feed our hungry cows
I was never given hard work
As my rest six brothers were stout
Where we celebrated
all fervor together
Where my mother took her last breath
I want to sleep in her lap
on my mother land