My last will..

When death shall maketh love to me
like the lusty Autumn breeze,
let echo in still nights
the euphoria of my insanity.

Scatter my laughter
on torn pages of unburnt diaries,
smouldering with passion
of desires buried.

After my death,
of whatever is left,
bedeck those unlatched coffers
chiming with unsung secrets
of me a Muse bereft.

Oh my Auburn curls
let them sway amorously,
like an impish rustic leaf in fall
painting hues of a girl’s unabashed dreams.

And when shall kiss me
my beloved ashen,
let me swoon in ecstasy,
cremate me a debonair
beneath the foliage of my Poetry.

©laughing_soul
Gitanjali Kapoor