To Raheema, My Beloved Wife.. Poem by P A Noushad ...

To Raheema, my Beloved Wife,
when death shall come, be near me, dear.
Let your silence be my peace, your presence my last light...
For though our little dreams remain unfinished,
they will wait, like soft stars
still shining behind the veil of night...

I must go before you, love,
to that vast and tender eternity
where time forgets to move,
and souls remember everything...

The paths I walked still carry your warmth;
your love breathes in every stone,
and when my eyes close for the final time,
they will seek your face,
to keep it burning in my endless sleep..

When my ears are dust,
they will still yearn
for the echo of your voice,
for the word "beloved, "
spoken once more across the silence...

And when death folds me into his dark embrace,
the heart of our life will beat again,
one pulse, one light, one forever...

So come to me, dear,
even if the world is heavy,
even if the hours are cruel..
Sit beside me..
For love,
true love,
is the one thing
death can never take away...