When I Will Be Dead Poem by Jay P Narain

When I would hear how nice person I was?
When I would find out that I was loved by so many?
Would I have to wait?
To find it, when I will be dead.

As the days go bye,
The death lurks by my side,
Every day I struggle to own my piece of the world,
But when I die, I leave behind everything to the world.

Death is an unpleasant thought,
I can't imagine that someday I will be dead,
I would not be able to see the tears rolling down the cheeks,
I would not be able to watch the grief on my loved one faces.

When I die, do I need to be mourned?
I will be dead and smiling in liberation,
May be smiles and happy memories,
Will uplift my soul from here to the heavens.