Thursday, November 19, 2015

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Read here on wikipedia on origin of this famous poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die

5 comments:

Rida Shahmeer said...

یہ جو میری لحد پہ روتے ہیں نا
ابھی اُٹھ جاؤں تو جینے نہ دیں

mystic-soul said...

:(

bsc said...

wah wah baitee I dont know you but I like your bazouqness
باذوق لوگ یہاں کم ملتے ہیں

Rida Shahmeer said...

Jazakallah for the compliment uncle.... : )

Rida Shahmeer said...

Jazakallah for the compliment uncle.... : )