The dying body wanted to say something, Too frail, it spoke only with eyes, One can do little around the time it dies!
The wife, the son, the ones close to him Pressed the ears on the faintly parting lips Death is surely winning, yea, its scale tips!
The body lay dying with just enough to cover shame Audience was the living witness, of this silent mayhem Eager to know the last word, or some last name!
The dying’s eyes dilated before they narrowed to slit It couldn’t say, they didn’t know, what was it?
“Naked I was born, and make me that as I perish, Remove my clothes”, was its last departing wish!