Preview of my obituary

Last Night I had a preview of my obituary

Like my life, it was all chronicles of contradiction

Press and the world celebrated with frenzy, like every death

Filled the columns with lies, laurels and laments

Bestowed with degrees I never had

Treaded the glorious paths I never travelled

Overnight I was made messiah of poor

Whom I had never met

Galloped me with gift of the gab

Flocked my pen with powerful feelings

To make me that orator and author

I never was

My vision, my intellect reached pinnacles

Which I never dreamt of

‘Garlands galore’ was the headlines

For a sole wreath with stinking smell of death

Mine was mere immersion into infinite oblivion

They made it an image immortal

I laughed and slipped into slumber

To wake up as a posthumous celebrity!

And see how an obscure autobiography

Was made a best - selling obituary!