India ain't suicidal. Having said that... read on.
See men fall and die
caught undignified in their hurry,
watch them all dead in their beds
smiling blankly at the thief.
look at them laid down in coffins,
other damp squibs curling in the sky.
shun the dog splayed roadside,
laud the rich man enshrined in his chair,
scorn the woman famoulsy obituarized,
but oh i'll have the prettiest death.
how dull to die with no thought of death,
how commonplace to meet it serenely,
i'll laugh and snatch and kill old age
and arrange myself beautifully.
