When I will turn into dust
A plant of rose will rise at
The place I will be kept in a heap
My love for you will give
Fragrance in the rose when
You will come to say bye and weep
When I will turn into dust
The wind will take me from
Place to place across the vast land
I will for sometime remain
In your hair and kiss your
Cheeks and slip down your hand
A beautiful poem full of emotion, dear Anil ji........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words x Thanks for sharing.