When I Die

When I die my skin and bones will mingle with the earth
my blood plasma and all other secretions of the body will mingle with water
my breath will be one with air
the heat that keeps me alive will merge with fire and
the empty space in me will go back to the skies
What will happen to the_ I _ of mine then?
A doll made of earth dissolves
and what will become of its pricetag and of the sticker on it?

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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