The other day
My Father died.
Of course,
I cried and I cried.
Emotional mortal remorse.
However much -
I wanted to kiss the corpse,
I never did such.

Never did I go near,
for fear -
Not so much the dead,
but, to kiss the living -
Filled me with dread.

Afterwards at the grave.
Trying to explain this to the dead,
I wondered why I was not brave -
to go to the funeral and,
Had wished everyone dead.