I know Mum will respect my choice.
The blue tomb stone would be her choice.
I know Baba will fill the forms.
And bury me as soon it can be done.
I know they will write a pretty couplet,
Bring me flowers and burst in tears.
I know they will come regularly for some days.
Talk to me as we used to do in old days.
I know my mama will pardon my mistakes.
I know my papa will hold within some tears.
But in murky and sunny days, I will be let alone.
With the whirling winds and graveyard songs.