After Many Hundred Years Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

After many hundred years when my fame
Will reach the sky, when new poets reading
My poems will rejoice and when my name
Will be uttered in air, where will I sing

Then my new songs, in which flower-garden?
Will I sing at all? How can a bird live
Without singing? Life will be a burden
If I can't sing. Oceans are born to give,

Not to take water; Birds are born to sing,
Not to listen. After many hundred
Years when on earth all will rejoice reading
My poems, where will I be? On which bed

Will I lie? Lying, which song will I compose?
Will I find there these men, this moon, this rose?