When i die...
Bury me in a garden,
Among the thick green trees...
Ladden with bunches of shiny flowers,
Towering over my tomb..
Without the boundaries of a coffin,
But in bare earth, so that,
I could smell the grass..
Embrace the earth!
And in full moon nights,
My lambent soul will rise..
From earth's womb,
And sing for the forlorns...
That's what i promise..
To the one who fulfill my wish! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poet's love for nature and longing tobe amidst the bosom of beauty, when she takes the final rest, well depicted. you could have contemplated more and added more color to your wish.Narayanan.