When I turn into fine particles of dust,
Rehan Sethi
Let the strong currents of wind take me away with it,
To the farthest of the outskirts, to the edge of the existence,
From the dark abyss of nothingness, from the void of emptiness,
When I close my eyes, for the one last time,
Let the curtains be clipped because the sunshine will dim down forever,
To give birth to someone else’s sun, to let someone else’s sky transit from black to blue,
When I die, vow to me that you will bury me amongst the beloved, in the city of the beloved,
Bury me with the dreams I had, with the hopes I had,
And do not compel me to rouse, as the world was nothing but a beautiful lie.
When I Die
