I would have shone,
If I had a tomb.

But now when my chance
has come to shine,
I donot want to stand in the line.

Donot build tomb on me,
My soul is trapped and it wants to be free.

Just leave me where my feet would have stood,
Let my body blend itself
As my soul sees from far.

For you it is painful to see me decay,
Because you see death as an end,
Death was when I was alive,
Now when I am dead I am again alive.

My body has no meaning as I leave it behind,
I never looked on my past even in that life.
And now you want to make a tomb
to celebrate my that very life.

If you would have only been wise,
zyou would have just left me behind.
My pirit rises as I say,
Donot lay me...
Otherwise also I dont mind...