A Day After My Death

The sun has risen and the dews no more On grass. Birds are singing, farmers working, Housewives cooking and beggars on the door. Seeing unknown people, dogs are barking And the naughty boys playing in the field Fleeing from school. Newsreaders are reading War-news on TV and showing people killed By air-attack. Some people are bidding Farewell to someone with their cry and tears; Some are welcoming the newborn with smile. Someone proudly denies God, someone fears Him with love. Leaders are like crocodile Are dealing with men. Who are in this time Recollecting me and my fiery rhyme?