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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.
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rainboy said…
too much pain woven very well with emotions

take care
June 13, 2011 at 9:45 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice :)
June 15, 2011 at 9:21 AM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

At times, we wish to be lost, forgotten.
June 22, 2011 at 12:09 PM
Anwesa said…
@ rainboy,

Thanks :)
June 22, 2011 at 12:09 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Juxtaposition,

Thanks :)
June 22, 2011 at 12:10 PM
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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Ausha said…
A haunting reflection on mortality; the absence of traditional rituals challenges societal norms.
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Profoundly raw and unconventional, challenges our perception of death. A thought-provoking piece.
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Elegantly dismantles funeral clichés. A poetic departure from the ordinary.
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Powerful and introspective; challenges societal expectations around death and remembrance.
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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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