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!