Peace
I want to meet death with peace of mind
I want to touch it
I want to smell my funeral pyre,
I want to feel the smell that emanates from a burning body
How it would be for the soul to shiver in a burning body
After taking a bath in the cool river
I want to lie down with peace of mind
On the funeral pyre
I want to hum with a choked throat that romantic song that you want to hear
Listen!
Don't make your eyes wet
Put my diary of poems
At the head of my dead body
And yes! Crying, wailing, complaints, grievances
Put them all in my burning pyre
I will take them all with me
Anyway, without me.
These are of no use to you
I know,
The sand scattered for miles ahead
And the cool gusts of wind will come to take you away from me
But my last request to you is
Stay till I suffocate, And
With love
Toss my remaining bones and throw them
Among the shells, conches, fishes and crabs
Then come back
With curiosity about my unknown world
To your borderless world
Read with love
My poem dipped in wet ink
Add the calculation of past and present
Then, when my soul and your conscience
Both are together
See my condition
Many beautiful scenes will emerge...!
After a long period of peace
I would like to return to you again
This time don't ask me anything
Don't repeat my history
Just stop the flow of sorrows
Anyway, your words affect the mind, not the body...you know that...!
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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