To My Daughter Poem by Mukesh Raval

My Darling
When you think I am no more now
and if you are sure about that
do not cry my darling.
When they tie me tight with the strings
and fetch me out to fumes
do not cry my darling.
When the sun set and darkness veil the sky
come out in the veranda or
go to the roof
and look above the stars.
Turn northward and stare
until you find a star twinkling in your eyes.
That would be I
darling, that must be I
watching you,
but come not with tears in your eyes
I may not be there.
I never liked you weeping.