When I die
I want to be cremated
In the banks of river, “ Bagmati”
Beneath the vigilant eyes of, “Pashupati”
And want my ashes scattered
In the barren land of disparity
And may be one-day
Flowers will grow there
And birds will come around
To relish it’s sugared virginity
And bees will come around
To drink the nectar of immortality
And Angels will come around
Straight from the mighty Heaven
To caress it, to feel it, to kiss it
And request its hand for the matrimony



Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya

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Bagmati: Sacred river that flows alongside Pashupati.
Pashupati: Temple of Lord Shiva in Kathmandu, Nepal.