Cremate me into the murky earth,

I shall not scream,

I shall not protest.

I shall lie there fondled,

Until I fall into somnolism;

No drop of tear

Shall emanate from any eye,

No soul shall elucidate my death-

No tiny flower shall embellish my tomb,

And the world shall never recognize my name-

 I had been longing for this exorcism

And for when the prophecy

Shall predict my death,

For when the world shall at last,

Stop staring sardonically at me…

The fatigue transcends my endurance;

I was getting paranoid

And I desperately needed deliverance,

Now I shall rest

And this rest shall not be plaintive!

I shall be placid,

And my breath shall slowly avast;

But my evanescence shall not matter

To the world.

And I shall realize in my remaining impetus,

The peace of eternity shower upon my soul-

When the world shall

Buoyantly cremate me.