When I Die

When I die, let no one cry,
Let no one plant flowers by my graveyard,
For they didn't bring me the flowers when I was alive,
Let not relatives compete to buy me a casket,
For they didn't even bother to know how I was fairing,
Let my mum buy me the casket,
For she is the only one who bothered,
To know how her stubborn daughter was fairing.

When I die,
Let no one struggle to tell people how good I was,
How beautiful and loveable I was,
How meaningful I was,
Because no one uttered such when I was alive,
All that would be a waste of time.

When I die,
And it happens that mum cannot afford the casket,
Please put me in the soil,
Dressed in my day to day rags,
Don't you dare dress me in a gown,
For I never had it when I am alive.

Don't bother people to come for my burial,
For I didn't mean anything to them,
And if I did, then they were not triggered to tell me,
We know the value of things when we have lost them.

When I die,
People should not contribute any cent,
To buy food for the burial,
Because I died without food,
I died of hunger,
And no one gave me a cent for food.

If I befriend the soil,
Let no one weep,
Because it will be of no use,
Let no one sing dirges apart from my mother,
For I was a jewel to her.

Nyatichi Arriet
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/27/2023

Poet's note: After deep thinking, I thought of the day that I will sleep eternally. A lot of people will praise me of how good I was but only one person will be deeply affected, my mother because apart from being her first born child, I am a storey bulding and she is the basement.
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