When I Die

                                                 When I Die

When I die

and my soul begins to fly

to the unknown place,

leaving behind my mortal remains,

I want you to cry

kissing my face that will turn cold and dry.

The drops that trickle down your face

will carry the memories of our happy days.

The days we stayed with our arms locked

basking in each other’s warmth round the clock.

My face will get wet as your tears drain

Who knows? The drops might make me rise again.

As my mortal remain is consigned to the flame

and with it shall burn all the worldly possessions and fame,

watch the fire as high as it soars,

there goes my soul knocking at the other world’s door.

After I die,

do not cry

because in every moment, there will be my presence,

close your eyes and you will feel my essence.

As the first warm rays of the sun peep in and fall on your face,

feel the warmth of my kisses with which you began your days.

When the cool breeze will blow,

it will carry my voice that you say is so soft and mellow.

Close your eyes and you can hear,

your love whispering in your ear,

“Dear, I am with you. Do not fear!”

When the rain drops shall replenish the earth,

remember that they carry my smile that you say, brings you mirth.

In this way I shall thrive

at every avenue of your life.

After I die,

do not cry.

In your heart I shall reside

until in the other world we meet

I would be at the door to give you a hearty and emotional greet.

Till then enjoy your life, smile and laugh.

In your happiness shall shine my epitaph.

                                                                   ~Saurajit Sinha