I don’t want to stink with my last breath
I don’t want to decorated with deep smelling roses
The face wiped with sandalwood and arty designs
The holy ganges water is no purer than ordinary for me
I should be spared of the holy chants and I have my own hym in my heart
No sermons and stories on my coffin
As…I sleep on the sweet eternal bed
I return in the lap of mother, nature I believe
That is where I will dwell
I should be sent back as bare and natural
As when my umbilical cord was restored
I may return to planet earth
As rain,grass,dew drop
And certainly a dense tree in a deep forest,if at all
Lost, merrily ,as a child in a carnival