Come, And Stand At My Grave Poem by Mohammad Younus

Come, and stand at my grave,
And have a merry laugh,
I am not here,
My body is decomposed here,
I must have died under your eyes,
But, only my house crumbled down,
It became unfit for me to live sweetly,
I am not here, I have not perished,
I am the suns', the moons', the stars' glow,
I am the colour and fragrance of flowers,
I am the water, snow, air, and
all that support life,
I am the cool spring breeze,
The dry harsh autumn wind,
I am the scorching heat of the summer,
I am the chilly biting cold of winter,
I am the smile on the babs' lips,
I am the prayer on the mothers' lips,
I am the sweet song of morning birds,
I am the buzz of bees, crickets,
And other singing insects,
I am the beautiful dawn and dusk,
I am the living, I am the life in all things,
I have the power over all things,
Come and stand at my grave,
And have a merry laugh,
I am not here,
I have returned to my originator.

Mykoul