As he lay dying
God didn’t come to him
To seek help
Yet he considers everyone God
His mind lay quiet in upper half
Barely attached to lower half
Severed precisely by tires
Of a misguided truck
Demand of survival fading
In passing seconds spend on
Cry of help, shock, and fear
He shakes his head in digust
An auto driver approaches
As if beckoned
Unsure to carry him in his auto
Ringed for an ambulance
And sat next to him
Repulsed and worried
Seeing helplessness in eyes of
Auto driver, he dreams the dream
When he saved gods from demons
He must sacrifice again for passersby gods
Vertebral column has already gone
How can they make Vajra from his bones?
So whatever is left
Eyes, liver, kidneys, heart
Is up for donation
He tells to the auto driver
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