Dust Poem by Nikhail Pandhi

Blow on me
But do blow gently
And I promise to turn to dust
Love me all you want, and then,
Blow,
If you must

Like the dry oleanders
Which are profane now
Remove me from over the epitaph
Hold me close, mourn, pray too,
Then awry me blow,
If you must

Sit still a while
Spread sadness with tears
Let shade usurp the vault
Censure me till you attain nirvana,
Then blow,
If you must

Come visiting by
Again sometime
Let memories guide you on
And with the grass mottling this grave
Blow me away,
If you must

Blow on me
But do blow gently
And I promise to turn to dust
Love me all you want, and then,
Blow,
If you must