Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I am not asleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints of the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripe green
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep & cry
I am not there,
I did not die.
Copyright © Shubhang Mishra | Year Posted 2012