when i go away
beneath the quilt  of my old bed
you will find my will

my favourite fifty sunsets
I bequeath to you
when you come for them
come in the evening
then, if you stand by my balcony
you can have one more


and then,
breathe in the air.
if you sniff hard enough
you will find my favourite song
floating in the air, carry it home with you
i bequeath my favourite song to you

also, when you are there
pick up the fifth book in the second row
in-between the pages
you will find a dried up hibiscus
i bequeath this red flower to you

this flower had grown in my childhood garden
in giving the flower, i give away my childhood to you

when i am not there
do look up the sky on a moonless night
i leave with you a thousand smiling stars

do you still remember the evening we spent by the sea
in little waves, the sea would come running towards us
and return back, after wetting our feet
i can still hear those singing waves

i bequeath you those sea waves
and the foot prints we made on the sand that day as we returned back



if you rummage below my pillow
you will find some left over dreams
no, do not take them away
bury them with me
so that, when i turn in my grave
i meet them face to face
and in meeting them, i will meet you again

when i am not there
do look up the sky on a moonless night
i leave behind with you a thousand smiling stars