Sanchita Arora

My Ashes - Poem by Sanchita Arora

when i will die,
my body will be cremated according to customs,
and will get turned into ashes,

let my ashes...
be spread in the garden once i walked barefooted,
spread them on the shore side once i cried,
spread them on the beautiful roses once i admired,
spread them in the hills which drove away my worries and tensions,

i would walk out of the world,
leaving all the mundane tasks required for life,

flying along with dust,
leaving behind the coffee shop where once i drank coffee with friends,
leaving behind the house where i lived,
leaving behind the friends i had,
leaving behind the relationships i bonded and created,

i would continue my journey,
till i reach up to the heaven's brink

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 29, 2011

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