When I die,
Bury me not under the burials of bricks
Burn me not with bushes and twigs
Offer my organs to those in needs
And save some for future seeds
When I die,
Do no regular rituals and rights
Do no crying and crawling at my sights
Just do good to the people I care
And do spread the smiles I share
When I die,
Wash me not with your tears
And wait for me not with cheers
I will set myself free to fly
to the land, I long to die
When I die,
Do let me die in peace
With wide-open mouth in cheese
Leave no works undone anywhere
And leave no room for regrets somewhere
By Sonsnow
Such a nice poem, Sonam. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
When I die, Wash me not with your tears And wait for me not with cheers I will set myself free to fly to the land, I long to die.. Wonderful graphic.. photo corresponds to the poem very much., flying to the land where i want to sleep. very fine poem. tony