Death wish

Again a poetry of mine. For last many days I am not feeling to write anything, though there are many things to write upon. But call it my sheer laziness or just chance. Hopefully by next week there would be some article or short story. For now enjoy (if it is) my poetry which I actually wrote on April 22, 2006.

Death wish

After my death

Don’t take chances

Burn the body

Bury the ashes

As poet in me

May rise again from the grave

Or walk away from the funeral pyre

But even though

I still may live

In the lines of my poems

In the music of my songs

Running through my paragraphs

With every set of human emotions

Hunger, happiness, rage, anger

I may live

I the morning breeze

In the drops of dew

In the rays of sun

In prit-prat of rain

In silence of night

In twinkles of star

In the shine of moon

Or I may live

In your hearts

Yours minds might forget me

But they’ll be a permanent address

I may not be there

But they’ll be the address

You may come as you like

And float through my lovely lines

And remember the man with whom

You took no chances

So after my death

Don’t take chances

Burn the body

Bury the ashes

© Tarun Mitra