You could enclose me in a coffin, embalmed,
With the nectar of the sweet roses.
But, to the desiring and the needy,
Give away whatever I possess.
If you think you can,
When i die, burn me not
Hoping you would regard
My wishes and my thought.
Give my eyes to the blind
Who has not seen a sun rise.
Give my heart to the needy
Free of cost, without a price.
Give my brains to the ********
Whose brain is in disorder
Give my kidneys to the ailing
Ain't it worth and better?
Give my veins and my bones
To the lame and the *******
Let him also walk his days
Strong and fit as a fiddle.
My soul would then rest in peace
though my coffin would be empty.
Before my body decay and rot,
Let me be of use to somebody.
Copyright © PS
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
You could enclose me in a coffin, embalmed,
With the nectar of the sweet roses.
But, to the desiring and the needy,
Give away whatever I possess.
If you think you can,
When i die, burn me not
Hoping you would regard
My wishes and my thought.
Give my eyes to the blind
Who has not seen a sun rise.
Give my heart to the needy
Free of cost, without a price.
Give my brains to the ********
Whose brain is in disorder
Give my kidneys to the ailing
Ain't it worth and better?
Give my veins and my bones
To the lame and the *******
Let him also walk his days
Strong and fit as a fiddle.
My soul would then rest in peace
though my coffin would be empty.
Before my body decay and rot,
Let me be of use to somebody.
Copyright © PS
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