When I die

When I die
I ask that I be buried
so that I lie
in the heart of that dense black forest
at the foot of those mist-shrouded mountains.

Dig a deep deep hole
for my remains
and tell not a soul where my final home is.

And when the cold damp earth has covered those
lips
that you used to kiss
level my grave
and let not a grim epitaph stain the earth.

The roots of ancient oak trees
will feast on my flesh
and I will disappear -
but when the north wind brings you an oak leaf,
hold it to you heart and kiss it
and I will feel your lips once more.

Ahmad Desai

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Name	Comment	Date
Mandy	Ahmad, this is a moving wish beautifully and emotionally written. Keep it up	2006.12.14