WHY I DON'T WANT TO DIE

A Death Paradox

For when I die you’ll drop your tears dry

For when I die you’ll lose your precious smile

For when I die you’ll come back a mile

For when I die, I don’t want to make you sad

For when I die I don’t want to be so bad.

For when I die you’ll shower flowers on me

For when I die you’ll put garlands around me

For when I die you’ll touch my feet and pray.

For when I die you’ll offer me rest and peace.  

For when I die, am I a saint or a priest.

For when I die you’ll burn me to ashes

For when I die you’ll cover me with soil.

For when I die you’ll let me exposed.

For when I die you will carry a sin on your head

For when I die you will be killing the dead.