Someone died at my neighborhood
These days
People don’t notice
When people die
Death comes
And goes
Silently
Just those rituals
After many days
White pandals
People eating free foods

I think I have said this
I don’t want to be cremated
Bury me
When I am dead
I don’t want anyone
To burn my faces
Scatter the ashes
What’s the point?

I want a grave stone
Written nothing
Or “nothing”
Somewhere hidden
Surrounded by dandelion trees
And a six point star
Mural
Done by my best friend
Fire
Air
Earth
Water
And me
Let me have all the possibilities

These days
People don’t notice
When people die
I will rot
In my room
Alone with parasites
That will be a good death too
Free food
Just not people

I never liked people

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