When I Die, Tell! Poem by Khalid Sulaimon

When I die, tell the world I was here;
I once breathed, lived, loved, and longed.
Tell my home not to cry,
for I leave when it is my time to rest.

Tell the wind to carry my name
from north to south and above seas;
to ears that want me,
and faces that want me not.

Tell termites to come so quick,
and with their armies,
so they can finish the stick;
for me to be a little bit free in sand.

Tell the diggers to dig me deep,
so flood won't enter my home
and take away my weak bone.

Tell the moon to hold my story,
and the stars to remember me in their time.
Tell the hot sun to be easy on me.

When I die, point at my grave
and tell he who wants to put the world
on his small shoulder,
that life is nothing.

And when you pass, point to my grave,
and tell children:
what has a beginning,
has an ending.

© Sulaimon Khalid