Petrichor

By Greeshma Mohan

If depression gets the best of me,

I want to be buried not burned,

With the best memories of the world.

I want to be buried not burned,

While everyone tries to understand, why I did what I did.

I want to be buried not burned,

When the ones that loved me clench their hearts.

I want to be buried not burned,

Not with the debt of failure but the satisfaction of finally being at peace.

I want to be buried not burned,

Not with regrets of the old days but with the smiles I caused.

I want to be buried not burned,

So that when comes a day where I am reborn,

I shall have no scars of the past on me but the scent of the Earth.

By Greeshma Mohan