Don’t make my graveyard
I don’t want to be buried
I don’t want to be remembered
From my life nothing I took or I carried.
I don’t want to be buried
I don’t want to be remembered
From my life nothing I took or I carried.
Neither I want to be recognized
Nor even to be remembered by you
I will rest in peace with myself
With colorless passionate hue.
I won’t try to find myself
I won’t try to think where am I
My passion of search with itself
Revert me when I will die.
30th Jan,2007 Montreal
7:00 pm
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