Even After I’m Buried, I Wait

I sensed the fragrances of flowers in her,

and when I saw her face

I saw the freshness of flowers,

and when I breathe, I smell her aroma.

After I die and am buried,

the worms within my body will wait.

for the day her soul joins me,

and its carrier is buried,

in the same ground where my body,

as worms, awaits,

to devour her completely

and make her a part of me.

Each cell and every drop of her body,

such is my devotion on her.

I would never want the earth,

nor the skies to take her away from me.

My soul is preparing itself,

to fight the devil in hell

and even the gods in heaven.

Just to be granted one more chance,

to be with her in the next life

Sometimes I feel like I should steal her away,

and to take her into my world.

But if she is not happy there,

even my world would collapse,

so, I wait for her.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.