Ultimate Exit. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

After my brain is dead,
my dear ones,
never be sad.

Be usual as ever you are,
don't deprive the bees
of their flowers to put on
my cadaver
as I don't prefer.

Call for a doctor immediately
to detach my organs
to transplant in others
who need them urgently.

Deliver my body to the hospital,
as it is donated by affidavit,
in pen and paper,
for studies and medical research,
I view them vital and logical.

Efface funeral rites
that are conventional,
my dear children,
remain easy without caring
for the comments of others
as those are irrational,
have not obtained real approval.

Face your problems
with renewed vigour and interest,
forget me as I am heading
for the unknown destination
where many have gone before,
the universal truth ever.

Giving food and clothes
to the needy is far better than
inviting a priest.
His performances,
by pond and river side
should be ceased.

Hi friends, colleagues, co-workers,
forget and forgive
the caustic and cruel words uttered,
bury, in your backyard,
my angers and blunders.

I am neither a celebrity
nor a super star.
Neither uncommon
nor an achiever.

Just a common man
to be lost in oblivion,
need no admiration
request all to avoid
casting aspersions.