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	<title>Sheela Mishra &#187; Funeral</title>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Cry At My Funeral</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/11/07/dont-cry-at-my-funeral/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 10:41:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Death]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Funeral]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m going far away, to another place, People are gloomy, They bring flowers to adorn my grave, All of their faces clammy, With tears and perspiration, Dressed in white, I look from above and feel immensely sad. How can my people do this to me? How can they spoil my happiest moment? I wonder indignantly. <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/11/07/dont-cry-at-my-funeral/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m going far away, to another place,<br />
People are gloomy,<br />
They bring flowers to adorn my grave,<br />
All of their faces clammy,<br />
With tears and perspiration,<br />
Dressed in white,</p>
<p>I look from above and feel immensely sad.<br />
How can my people do this to me?<br />
How can they spoil my happiest moment?<br />
I wonder indignantly.</p>
<p>I wanna run through the door,<br />
And meet all the people I wanted to meet.<br />
All the people I was always fascinated with,<br />
I wanna ask them about their thoughts and ideas,<br />
How they feel about their life, after death.</p>
<p>Skate on the rings of Saturn,<br />
Sink in deep oceans, never to return.</p>
<p>I wanna look over my near and dear,<br />
Observe who really mourned me,<br />
And who rejoiced my eternal sleep,<br />
I wanna cry over others&#8217; pain,<br />
Without being irritated by worried eyes.</p>
<p>I am moving to another world,<br />
Much bigger than this one,<br />
Much more beautiful,<br />
Rejoice, distribute sweets,<br />
My sincere and heartfelt request,<br />
To all people concerned,<br />
Please don&#8217;t cry at my funeral..</p>
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