When I die
bury me in outer space
in the center of the void that is so
lonesome
plant a few stars near my grave
so I may never be far from your eyes
visit me only once an eternity
but do not leave till the next begins
carry memories and strew them
over my grave
so the passing comments of passing centuries
do not disturb the dust of wisdom
on my headstone
carve a few souls for an epitaph
who decorate it till they find
lives of their own to spend
and when you die
come to claim me for another life with you.
Dedicted to my late father O.P. Bansal, who’s favourite it was
|
(0 users) 
SEND
PRINT
BOOKMARK