Fallen flowers on my grave
The most favorite of them all
I am not there to receive it
Please let those petals fall

A bunch of fresh tulips
With mesmerizing flavored scent
Thank you for your kindness
I know it's with love, you meant

The words you spoke slowly
Sitting beside my fresh grave
I know you are too broken
Please take care and be brave

Sickness, life and death
Is not a puppet played by men
It gets to one and eats them up
Tomorrow it could be your turn

I am free from the miseries
Of the incurable sickness
I do hope you settle now
My death,
should not be your weakness!


©sim