In My Grave Poem by Binod Bastola

Lay in my gave, a prayer for nothing;
Revolve around my soul, i freed from life.
Clock of time I spent on Earth when I was breathing.
Karmic creatures, tantras of life:
Chants of mantras where and what I have done in my living life's, grave in my breath accountable.
Such a creature we are- -come and go, like others
Wiser we are more but not wisher of wise- ness.
Gravity pulls us onto/into ground where we grounded at;
Tis the law of life.