Anthony.

I saw a man,
Paying respect to a lone grave between the hills,
With greens in the air and sea in the noise,
In the eerie silence around,
I could hear his voice.

"Here lies Anthony,
The brave yet abandoned,
A loving father,
A respectful child,
A caring husband,
A forgotten soul,
A dignified man"

And then I heard a scoff and a cry,
"If only all this was true while I was alive."

In Picture: A cross symbolised as a grave on one of the seaside hills of Goa.