Ask her not to come near my funeral;
else my soul will start a war with hell to return.
Ask her not to come near my burial;
else I will turn into a seed and my love will grow again.
Ask her not to look at my photograph;
else I might come alive, wanting to be with her.
Ask her not to think of me;
else my memories will chase and start to haunt her.
Ask her not to keep me in her memories;
else I will forever be alive in her thoughts.
Ask her not to mention my name;
else I will mix with the oxygen, to reach her.
Ask her not to keep me in her dreams;
else I am afraid I will forever imprison her there.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
*Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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