(125) When I am dead, dear mother......

(125) When I am dead , dear mother.......



When I am dead , dear mother,
don’t disregard this letter
as a sheer litter to be thrown,
let the news of my death
be hurried to my Mentor,
allow the feather touch of
His graceful hands carry me
to the graveyard for the last rites,
let not my body be pounded,
and powdered in electric crematorium,
let my chilled body and frozen blood,
be engulfed by funeral pyre,
set by log of wood and cow dung cakes,
let His divined Graceful hands
cover me with a rose garland of affinity,
to be blessed twice in this birth!