I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
`Do not stand at my grave', Mary Frye (1932).
This blog post is by Neelima Gupte and Sumathi Rao. ~
A beautiful poem. I miss Dr. Basu's posts.
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ReplyDeleteOver a year has passed. I miss Rahul and regret that our resumption of a very old friendship was so suddenly interrupted.
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T C A Raghavan
I thank you all for your kind remembrance of Rahul.
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