Beehive Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I know you'll also be buried with me,
What's stored in future I can't see,
As all my systems will stop working,
You'll be sad for me but not me,

I created you just for me and me,
What if you couldn't make your place?
You shared a lot time from my life,
With a precious smile with a shining grace,

When my grave will be opened,
Leaving as it is my skeleton there,
Someone will pick you out sweetheart,
You'll find a home sometimes somewhere,

You will earn fame and a lot of love,
You will build a tomb on my remains,
Many will like the tomb but what of,
Your suffocation your tears and pains!

Alas! A dead poet cannot write a poem,
So I write it right now though I am alive,
Sweetheart! Wish a happy smile on your face!
May someone extract honey from the beehive!