On That Third Day-Dr. Sunitha Ganesh ( A POEM )
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If I die
Sit around me
And laugh aloud
Applauses must be heard
On my way till that end
The deepest end
Don't shut my ears with cotton, nd
My noses with roses.
Don't tie my legs, i wanna walk.
Ha, don't tie my hands, i wanna swim.
You may feel my heart heavier now!!
Yes, I am a little sad...
I wanted to fly like a kiwi,
I wanted to flower like a cherry,
Yes, I wanted to breed like a henny
I wanted to milk like a sindhy
Yes, i still have some
more things
My heart is heavy with dreams.
Pull of my clothes,
I wanna fly as I born
With no worries of my zips and hooks.
Remember,
Before sending me to the deep,
Pls cut my lips, keep it safe with your kiss
Don't leave it in the grave,
Foxes may come that night,
Don't keep it in your suitcase,
Sometimes you may forget about it.
Dig a pit in the wet soil,
Keep the lips glued with the kiss in it,
Cover it with a soft press,
please it should be soft.
As you know I can't suffer the harder ones.
Don't forget to drop water with honey dews.
The third day,
The tree of kisses will grow,
It will grow and blossom as early,
Then you will be in its shadow
With newer dreams inside.
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-SUGGESTED BY SUNIL V M
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If I die
Sit around me
And laugh aloud
Applauses must be heard
On my way till that end
The deepest end
Don't shut my ears with cotton, nd
My noses with roses.
Don't tie my legs, i wanna walk.
Ha, don't tie my hands, i wanna swim.
You may feel my heart heavier now!!
Yes, I am a little sad...
I wanted to fly like a kiwi,
I wanted to flower like a cherry,
Yes, I wanted to breed like a henny
I wanted to milk like a sindhy
Yes, i still have some
more things
My heart is heavy with dreams.
Pull of my clothes,
I wanna fly as I born
With no worries of my zips and hooks.
Remember,
Before sending me to the deep,
Pls cut my lips, keep it safe with your kiss
Don't leave it in the grave,
Foxes may come that night,
Don't keep it in your suitcase,
Sometimes you may forget about it.
Dig a pit in the wet soil,
Keep the lips glued with the kiss in it,
Cover it with a soft press,
please it should be soft.
As you know I can't suffer the harder ones.
Don't forget to drop water with honey dews.
The third day,
The tree of kisses will grow,
It will grow and blossom as early,
Then you will be in its shadow
With newer dreams inside.
#########################
-SUGGESTED BY SUNIL V M
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