Kaftan Poem by Chiori Mathew

I've got nothing at all
No gold no silver
No cars, nor houses

Nothing to worry about
Neither friends nor enemies
If not for my kaftans

But if I will die,
Burry me like this
Burry me wearing my most beautiful kaftan

A simple burial will be fine
Not like the presidents and the senators
Not like those criminals and thieves

Burry me with and open mind
And an open hands
I've brought nothing and I'm going with nothing

Burry me around the peasant men
The good ones
Burry me in peace.