When I Will Be Dying Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The wind passes through the trees
Creating music and that music will be played
When I will be struggling with my last breathe
When onto the burning pyre my body will be laid

The flowers bloom in the morning
Spreading around their beauty and fragrance
That beauty and fragrance I will take with me
For to be with them I will not get another chance

The love you have shown to me
Is so sublime and is based upon faith and trust
That will take me to heaven and give me peace
When this body will turn into ashes and go to dust