Do Not Stand On My Grave, You Creep

~ Frank Solanki



Do not believe what others have said
When I die, I’d really be dead
Not in the dark plumes of a crow
You won’t find me in a circus show
Not in a Mumbai local train
I won’t be found in a bacterial strain
When you’re applying makeup and blush
I am not your oily hairbrush
Full of scurf and lice that bite
I am not your defunct tubelight
You may seek me; yes you may try
Or don’t; I have said my goodbye

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Published by Frank Solanki

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