After Me Poem by Amar Agarwala
After Me
When I would no longer fathom the fall
Nor listen to the veery's soulful call,
When I would not see blossoms spread their fare
Alongside grass lichens and maidenhair;
When in lasting peace and bliss I shall lie
Sedately watching this world plying by,
That I couldn't in the maddened race of life
I would from the portals of death enjoy.
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Everyone of us, sometime or the other muse about our death. I do that too, and more often than you can imagine. When I do, these are some of the thoughts that come to mind. I feel poetry expresses it better than anything else.
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