Socrates----------- (Poem)The vigour of \'hemlock\'Spread as adivine bliss in my blood;Death enter into my cellsTo play the fiddle of solace!Does the parting vital forceUtter a travelogueWithout my consent?It is not death,But the start of anew ventureAnd I go to my work place!Do not weep my friendsIt is not a sentenceBut an order to change a home!Those who thought thatI am their foe or a venomous snake,Are not my enemies!They are the innocent menWhose mind haven\'t widened enoughTo realise spread of truth!Let the news of my deathCover them as a soothing shade,And allow me to drown in this bliss!        .............................•