I know not when I will perish, and I know not when I will die,
I know not when we will speak again, and I know not when to say goodbye.
We may not see each other for years and years to come,
But I'd like you to be there, when all my movements cease and my breath is just a hum.
When my soul parts from my body, and life seeps from my eyes,
When I'll leave behind everything, relinquish all ties.
I would like you to say a word or two for me, perhaps write me an epitaph,
Relive our past, and confine years worth of memories within a paragraph.
Shed no tears on my behalf, weep not on my tomb,
For I'll walk along a new road from hence, the grave shall be my womb.
Only the universe truly knows what will transpire in the future,
Accident, murder or suicide, no one ever knows for sure.
But I'd like you to be present, when the color pales from my skin,
When I start my journey with either memory of my blessings or that of my sins.
Bury some part of me, so my legacy may live long,
Cremate the rest of me, so my spirit may rise with the smoke and forever be one with God.
- Aastha Mehta
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