MY DEATH
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.
Anamika Singh
On May 15, 2020