I Shall Never Die Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

I shall not die my dear! Don't call me dead
They try to part me, pull to fall from sky
To earth, and try to cut my wings with false
And bruise the every petal, cage the scent
Of flower bright, and stop this bird of firm
From wafting truth among the air of false,
They try to curb the curve of pen, the right,
And turn the ink of love to blood of hate,
They try to cut the branch and welt my nest
And fold my neck and throw my tongue away,
But dear! I shall not die, don't call me dead.
I live in hearts and still alive among
The skies, I walk on earth to cut the false
And scatter scent with wafting breeze.
I use the word of love to share the love
I use the word of truth to share the truth,
I still can write with pens in others hands,
I still can say with words on others tongue,
I still can stand with firm of others legs,
I still can be the voice of voiceless souls,
I still can hold the hand with others grasp
I still can think of good with others thought,
I still can share my own with others self.
Oh dear! I shall not die don't call me dead,
I rise with rising sun and gleam zenith,
To shine the darks beneath chinary leaf,
To melt the frosty face, to move the still
Of sight, to dry the teary cloth of moms,
I come with drops of rain to bath the earth
To bring the news of joy to deserted hearts,
I trod with stirring gust to touch the rose
In sleep, and kiss his face and kiss his eyes,
And kiss his scent and kiss his dance in joy.
You find me among words beneath the folds
Of mother's face as streams of grief that flows
From thousands pasts and through thousands of lawns,
Oh dear! I shall not die don't call me dead.