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The Lies of Fathers

When I die
In a slum in Bombay
My relatives cannot find my house
They have to walk through the mud
Up to their thighs
Thousands of eyes watching their every step
There is no house
Only a cardboard roof with no furniture
The public toilet is up the street
No flush and shared
No grocery store
Only rotten food in the garbage
They cannot find a coffin
To their surprise
My body will be wrapped 
In used plastic bags
Mixed with old rice and fish
Why did he do this 
To us?
He was such an honorable man
We did not see him in the last 10 years
And thought he had a nice house
With lots of artwork
And a walk-in fridge
That’s what his emails said
So we didn’t check
Now we have to put up
With this mess
Why did he do this
To us?
We are his children
Touching his silken boxer shorts
Of  which he was proud
With a dead ***** inside
With an ********
Even when dead
May be emails don’t tell the whole story
And cannot be trusted
He posted other people’s pictures
On Facebook
He looked happy
Why go and see him
When he was alive
We will build a shrine for him
And donate some money
To the slum for a toilet upgrade
We will forget him soon
As his life was full of secrets

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