Let me be a pallbearer to his body too,
For I prized him more than my own life.
The irregular rhythm of his heartbeats
Was clearly audible in his smiles.
His heart laden with sorrows ofEvery struggler,
His language,
Their pain and miseries.
He knew he shall be felled
For he was out to show mirror to people.
Who likes to see himself over here?
And yesterday when I saw his dead body,
For a moment I thought
