On My Epitaph
I want to be slothful and want not to work
I like to lie down on a faded white cotton
under the swelling Sun.
I want to walk lazily, slowly in the wilds
in midst of solitude, no harrowing time,
picking wild berries while listening to humming flies.
How many sunrises I have seen , easily I can count
I have gazed at full moon but the number is miniscule.
Morning dew evaporates and says
life is fragile in every breaking way.
When it rains on the sand I want to make love to my gal
I want to bathe in shading leaves in raking fall.
I would hide in igloos when northern winter drops
and as I ran out of water and food I would be happily torn.
Ashes of my soul , let it be strewn in air
be written on my epitaph
" A soul is free from every bonded affair".
Copyright © Nirode Ray | Year Posted 2014
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