Grave Poem by Zohaad Irfan
Grave
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight ripened grain.
I am gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die
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5/19/2024 2:13:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight ripened grain........ohhhhh what a wonderful imagination.......... yes i am not there.......... yes knowing that they are not there, we still think of them and remember them........ thank you my dear poet for this memorable poem. tony