When I am dead,
Don’t feel sad,
Don’t cry in the bed,
Just laugh at the moments we had,
Don’t weep on my grave,
Be a little brave,
And cherish those memories you have,
Walk in the rain and live again,
See the stars and find me there,
Enjoy the moon and face the sun,
And remember me as your special one!
Yes, the farewell should be festive, not gloomy! Not the best from you, but wise neverthless!
gud one buddy...real feelings expressed...keep it up.....9/10.....for tht.......
A delightful ditty; as long as we carry of memories of loved ones with us, they will never be forgotton.
Life goes on... I loved this poem... it flows and bounces along... Nikunj 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In some place, people weep over birth and rejoice over death. Weeping because of the soul should suffer after birth and joy on account of the release of the soul from pains and pleasure. A good theme on death.