Why I am anxious with my death?

Cause I am excited to see who will stay

All night on my wake.

Who will shed real tears of longing

Who will offer prayers for my repose?

Anxious to hear their stories on me

I’m sure it will be praises.

For the bad stories will be buried along with me.

And the secrets will remain untold.

I am excited to count how many

Hypocrites will shed tears too,

And console my beloveds…

Of how they will remember me

Whether  I’ve touched their lives,

or did not.

And I feel thrilled

How many will send me off

To my final resting place.

And see what flower

Will be stoned on my tomb

Along with their final wish.

Its near.