Let There Be Nobody To Cry Poem by spiritual seeker

Let me pose an ode to you!
When I die, let there be nobody to cry,
Cause I am just a simple traveller that passing-by,
And past me quickly in this world, like an evening swift fly.

When I die, bury me in a quiet corner,
And let the green grass grow freely over me,
Or even if my humble well intended deeds
could give rise to a small jasmine tree, let me share thee.

A passing soul like me, wish a rest undisturbed,
Cause in life I have toiled, enjoyed and cried,
Let there be no ceremony for a traveller like me,
Wash and shroud me, like others that had passed before me.

O time will erase the spot I lay,
Hope some passing souls will stop and pray,
For my own burden I must carry and pay,
To my Most Merciful Creator I come crying and plead to stay!