HUMBLE REQUEST

Get me bitten by a cobra,

Then by a tarantula,

Then, stung me by some killer bees,

And throw me into a thorny shrubbery.

If still you are not pleased,

Fry me on a hot mustard oil pan,

Dip me in a gasoline jar,

And then throw me into a burning fireplace.

If you are still not satisfied,

Wrap me without cloth among ice bars,

Keep me in your deep freezer,

Take me to the North-pole, bury me there.

But my humble request to you is that,

Do not punish me with a separation from you.