Poetry

I'm happy that my parents died

They bloated me with such great pride

Mind essence, how do I write?

No fearing,no craving ,nothing to hide

Freedom from them should be the guide

With the joy of their death I never cried

I'm not in sorrow

Nor will I be tomorrow

Nothing is the matter

As life without them would be better

Their death is not at all a bother

Now wisdom and merit can join together

My path will be without any flutter

As Anger was my father

Attachment my mother.