Gifts For My Grave

To

The Best Friend

Subject: Gifts for my Grave!

Because I am too cold:

So if there is anything you can get me when I die

Weave the wool and make me a warm sweater

A tiny amount of my coldness would seep into it

Before I could freeze forever.

Because I was not allowed to wander in the night:

Buy me a bucket of Dark sky paint

I’ll the paint the ceiling of the grave in which I lie

I have witnessed only the prisons of day light

Now, I’ll watch the painted moon without the ifs and why.

Because nobody ever gave me space and confidence:

Build the boundaries around my grave

There shouldn't be any more visitors around

I shall be in the own world of my death, swirling

In the ecstasy of solitude that I never before found.

Because I was judged all the time:

Dig my grave a thousand times deeper

Let them not discover my bones for another few ages

Too white, too thin, too hard, too shallow

No, No, No, not again these judgmental cages!

Because no body ever let me study:

One random sapling, may be, you could also gift

I’ll plant it horizontally, right by my side

They have limited my curiosities for social and science

I shall finally study what secrets the educated men hide.

Because I am giving up and so should you :

If there is nothing you could bring to my grave

I plead, do not try hard, and do not run or crawl.

Raise no voice; no opinions- dig your own grave,

We women could be free after it’s over or just inside the walls.