For all the sins that i could do,
But I didn’t in the entire my life,
Burn my body after my death;
And throw my ashes into an ocean.
Wherein, there is no fisherman,
Nor any fishing net or fishing boat.
Let free fishes consume my ashes;
Let my exhausted soul reincarnates,
In the bodies of curious free fishes.
Maybe my wounded soul for once,
Tastes the real essence of freedom.
For, i was born, lived and died in captivity.
M. Sirani 16.10.2015
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