When I am finally laid to rest
Do not cremate my body to ashes
Using 500 kg of precious wood
And expensive clarified butter.
When I am finally gone forever,
Beg you to put me not on display
In the freezer boxes or stinking mortuary;
Allow me to go as quickly as possible.
Please bury me beneath the earth
And plant a Banyan seed upon my grave
Let my body rot below, atoms reassimilate;
And in my place, that tree will grow.
From the place I originated, let the tree bloom
Precious minerals, little molecules of me
Returned to earth, become fuel for another life,
And I shall become the tree.
Never planted a sapling in my life
But was the reason for 100 trees to perish;
I was the murderer of both earth & environment
And I shall atone for those sins in my death.
About the Author
Dr. K. Raja Gopal Reddy is a seasoned internationally qualified Insurance professional.
What you are reading here, may not answer all the questions we have, but has the absolute power of asking unsettling questions which increase the interest in the strange world, and show the contradictory wonders lying just below the surface of the commonest things of life. Look at this disturbing but beautiful thought of Friedrich Nietzsche “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him”.
Dr. Reddy can be reached at: raja66gopal@gmail.com
