"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