I Fear Poem by dechen lhamo

I fear
When I am gone,
Would you console my dear ones?
The call I made to all, hearing the voice of them,
Should it be the last in our life?
The glass in coffee I drink, steam on it I see,
Might be tomorrow’s empty cold stuff, I fear.

If you hear the dead am I,
What would your mind clutch about me first?
Egoistic tease that protested around,
Vibrating through your nerves and sucking the juice of irritation?
Silence to the quivered voice I heard, silent might it be forever, I fear.

Heal would I the pain and sorrows,
Patch up will my soul in the peace and fascination of free air
But burst would me-filled hearts, shrink would then be- filled hope.
A little might the legacy be,
The whole lot be overwhelmed by reminiscences, I fear.