When I die, don’t say or write that
I went to heaven or Nivan
How do you know, where I am?
Throughout the life in this earth
Mostly, I lived with myths,
that created, produced, and composed;
by the society,
by the culture,
by the tradition or
religion
All those rubbish are articulated lies
Now, at the
end of my life, let me to be myself
You didn't respect me while I was alive
So now, no needs of final respect or sombre farewell
Then don’t cry, don’t weep at the dead body
It is not me. I left it for decay
Now I am free, separated to join with the source!
Mallika M
Bandara
30. 09. 2019
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