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No mourning or wails.
No flowers or tears.
No fancy coffin or pyre.
No lovers or foes.
No prayers to be said.
No reverence please.
I am just a corpse –
Nothing to give or take,
No stories to tell
Or  tales to share.
A  wish to mingle in the air.
To reach I do not know where.  
Just  forget me,
As if I was never there.


rainboy said…
too much pain woven very well with emotions

take care
Anonymous said…
Nice :)
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

At times, we wish to be lost, forgotten.
Anwesa said…
@ rainboy,

Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@ Juxtaposition,

Thanks :)
gohost said…
Final Wish is the new topic for this Blog. Most of the people like Morning climates. Its enthuastic to every one. Nothing to give or take, is excellent line for this poem.

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Anwesa said…
@ gohost,
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