He
spent on my funeral more
Than
he had spent on my treatment.
He
shed on my body his tears
That
he withheld when I was held.
He
got mine with no gratitude.
In my
death anniversary,
He
feasted like of which I didn’t eat.
He
remembers with reverence
To
nullify the contempt shown.
I am
in his thought, in the form of guilt.
It’ll
be slit by his son’s action later.
02.06.2013
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