When I Die Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
When I Die
The wind will call me
From inside the deep woods
Whispering softly a death song
When I am ready to leave for good
The raindrops will soak me
Dropping cold from the cloud
Murmuring a dirge into my ears
When I will be covered with a shroud
The flowers will bloom
Around my bed made of earth
And send fragrances of love to the
World where I will take my next birth
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5/2/2024 9:32:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some go in their sleep, but sadly many go slowly in pain yet some take their own lives. Which ever way, death is inevertable......
That is the ultimate truth. My regards Sir.