I love this poem written by an author unknown.

(Author unknown ) Fully conscious and in Good health I am writing today my will. After my death, ransack my room search each item, that is scattered unlocked everywhere in my house, Donate my dreams to all those women who between the confines of the kitchen and the bedroom, have lost their world, have forgotten years ago what it is to dream Scatter my laughter among the inmates of all age homes whose children are lost to the glittering cities of America. There are some colors on my table with them dye the sari of the girl whose border is edged with the blood of her man who wrapped in the tricolor Was laid to rest last evening Give my tears to all the poets every drop will birth a poem I promise Make sure you catch the tough of the country and inject them with my indignation they will need it come the revolution. My ecstasy belongs to that Sufi who abandoning everything has set off in search of God Finally, what’s left, My envy My greed, My anger, My lies, My selfishness These simply cremate with me.