The verse is an English translation of Tamil Poem penned by Manushyaputhiran published in Charu Nivedita’s blog.
Without Aadhaar Number
I cannot obtain the death certificate
they said
I sent out the news to all
I will depart today
Exactly in the evening
At six o clock.
At the last moment, they interfered
Pestered for a number
To die
I have a bag full of records
A caste certificate
A religion certificate
A ration card
An education certificate
Above all
A birth certificate
The chief should understand
I have born to die
I’m running out of time
I had promised to my friends
I’ll leave today
I have to keep up my word
The chief
I can understand your concern
Even if I reach heaven or hell
I will be asked to show Aadhaar
Hence you’re hurrying up
You have convinced me
Without leaving this place
If I circle here as a spirit
I need Aadhaar
I’m running out of time
I had promised to my friends
I’ll leave today
I have to keep up my word
The chief
I can understand your concern
Even if I reach heaven or hell
I will be asked to show Aadhaar
Hence you’re hurrying up
You have convinced me
Without leaving this place
Even if I circle here as a spirit
I need Aadhaar
The chief approaches a human
when they depart
opens the eyelid
And captures a copy
Then you click at the corpse
Then you affix the photo
Carrying the Aadhaar of the body
In the hand
Why do you behave like stealing from the dead?
Or why can’t you leave the habit of
Stealing from the dead?
The chief
Allow me to die
Without Aadhar
After my death,
I have a secret plan
Born as kitten
I will look for my lover
Born as an eagle
I wish to circle above your head
For the God’s injustice to me
I will find out their house and revenge them
You enroll me in Aadhaar
To monitor
All my activities post death.
That’s your plan
The chief
Death is privy
Death is freeing from power
Death is boycotting punishments
Death is beyond laws
Death doesn’t follow rules
Death means returning to origin
Death means residing in an emperor less island unattached
The chief
Yesterday you made me
Queue up in front of the bank
Now it’s Mortuary entrance
Show me mercy
I have only half an hour in hand
- Manushyaputhiran