If I Die Poem by Anna Osipova
If I Die
If I die, don't put me in the ground,
Hate to think of you all standing round
Little hole with coffin, me inside,
Dressed in black and holding camomiles.
Burn my body, don't let it rot,
Put the ashes neatly in a pot,
Buy the tickets, take me to some place,
Like Grand Canyon or to Everest,
To Great Lakes or Niagara Falls…
Open now the pot and have me tossed.
Now have fun… But never should you cry,
Till a part of me will get into your eye.
A nice poem! The last two lines are just brilliant, the ending that makes the whole poem.
A very poignant and philosophical poem. The ashes of a dead body should merge with the holiest of holy places. Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru, former Prime Minister of India made it a point in his will that his ashes be strewn in the Himalayas and also in river Ganga, both considered holy in India. Thanks. If I die, don't put me in the ground, Burn my body, don't let it rot,
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5/5/2024 7:29:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely presented your wishes.