Sanchita Arora


My Ashes

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,

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