MY DEATH

By May 14, 2020

When I am gone,
Oh, my loved ones,
Do not mourn,
On my soul-less decadent body,
But smile happily at the elan vital,
Who is ordained for new journey.


When I am gone,
Oh, my loved ones,
Do not picture me in a dead wall frame,
But lock me as a joyful melody of your heart.


When I am gone,
Oh, my loved ones,
Do not think of the epitaph on my grave.
Instead fill it with seeds of new entities.


1 Comments

  1. Anamika Singh

    On May 15, 2020

    Heart touching poem😍

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