When I die, do not cremate me
lets not erect massive tombs
or embellish any symbols,
Let nature take its course.
No one will weep or mourn
Just abandon my body on
The Towers of Silence of
ancient Zoroastrians followers
of Ahura Muzda.
Scavengers will nibble,
maggots will feast, worms
will build their abode in me
Nature will take its course.
If any morsel of my remains
is left, scatter it on the regal
Himalayas, the divine peaks
of my blessed ancestors.
Offer it the vast ocean whose
lapis-lazuli waters gushed in
my veins, where my aging mother
performed her final ablutions.
And if you need a shoulder
to lean on, seek the company
of wise old deer, who was the
only love of my life.
Make it known to the blind
pontiff in the dilapidated
temple across the sacred
river to spare me nectar
of the exquisite heavens.
For my hungry soul will take
the ancient route of Elephants
in search of moksha, and
vaporize in cyanic skies.
Nature will take its course…..