Journal- Serious and Trivial

Thursday, April 16, 2020

When I breathe my last, cry no tears for me

Cremate me and scatter me in River Green;

Save me from those crowded churchyards

Where you can hardly stand and pray for me.

If by that time, there are burial pods here,

I’d love to come back as a white magnolia

Like the one near the verdant campus gate,

Whose flowers we picked and smelt daily.

Give away my stacks of favourite books,

The majority of unread ones, if any good,

Discard all my unfinished writing attempts

You can read no sense when hardly I can.

When your time comes join me as a favourite,

To leave a green forest tribe named after us.