Do Not Stand By My Grave And Cry Poem by Daya Nandan

Do not stand by my grave and cry,
For i am not there, i did not die,
Though my heart has given off it's final beat,
I have not been conquered by death's defeat,

Do not stand by my grave and mourn,
For i am still alive, my death unborn,
I still live on, my soul still glows,
I still feel the changing wind that blows,

Do not stand by my grave and weep,
For that is not where i sleep,
i am not a body bound to a graveyard
Burried six feet under a solid rock so hard,

No that is not me, that isn't my home,
Merely a place for my vessel of flesh and bone,
I live on in my ideas writen in my work and arts,
I still live on in memories of my loved ones hearts,

I am not a prisoner of death's cruel shade,
For my inner being is powerful, it has yet to fade,
This grave is not me, it is not where i rest,
It is not a part of me, not where my soul will nest,

My footprints are still unfaded upon the sands of time,
The chronometers may keep ticking but i am still fine,
I am not dead for my infinite soul is very much alive,
And my poems live on to grow, blossom and survive,

My work brighten minds, they still help people evolve,
It makes their world spin, makes globe of life revolve,
And that alone is proof of my life beyond infinity,
That i still live on and i have achieved immortality