If I Have To Leave...

What if it so happens
That a newer blossom wilts away
That people find it way too young
For someone like me to leave just yet
I hope not true, I have better gardens to be
More aromas to share, more stories to speak
But if it so happens that I had to go
Here is my plea and a request to invoke
Don't give in to the pyre so soon
I may have something left to lend within me
Perhaps, a vision for someone devoid
Or a part of me, if it remains any good
Or bless me away to the brighter minds
Do away with my belongings, most of them
Don't keep them for my essence, some may find it better
Don't greet my picture with weeping faces,
I beheld those enough with living eyes
Have a glad meal and share with the hungered eyes, and smile
Atleast pretend
Don't call in saints, nor holy fires
Give my stiff to science, and not superstition
And care for my friends who mourned and cried
There wouldn't be many
My work, my verse is yours to decide
Take a look or burn it down, how would I mind
I'm having the sleep of my life
Or perhaps, the sleep of my death.