and then bury me, do not burn me
When I could tell you the stories
From the bed where I will lie
Not able to describe some of the characters
Who gave me oath of secrecy?
But whose place in the story
Remain etched for ever,
With impressions that they leave
No one ever really measures,
I will sing songs that could be sung by anyone
But whose words will mean
Some thing different to every one
You will quiz me, I will smile
And keep weaving the web, the carpet
Without having any worry about
Who walks on it,
whose worries are trapped in it
forever,
let me just disappear
let me just clear
my table of all tasks, all pending letters
to be written
and then bury me, do not burn me
so that by adding a bit of manure
I will let this world be richer
Rather then be more foggy, more smokey