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THE FINAL WISH



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.

Comments

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 :)
Jennifer 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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@ gohost,
Thanks.
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Emotionally detached, yet deeply moving. An unconventional perspective on the final journey.
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v2awatch said…
A poetic wish for simplicity and oblivion. A departure from the usual mourning customs.Thought-provoking and unconventional. A reflection on mortality that lingers in the mind.
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A departure from the ordinary; challenges the way we perceive and commemorate death.Stark, beautiful, and thought-provoking. The absence of tradition enhances its impact.
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