Do not stand at my grave and weep...
I have just started reading a book 'Things I want my daughters to know' by Elizabeth Noble.
The preface has this wonderful poem by the mother to her daughters, to be read on her funeral.
If you are my friend and reading this, no matter if we are talking THEN or not. Make sure you read me this poem wen I am gone...haan! haan! abhi mere paas bahut time hain...Fikar not!
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 light on snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gently falling autumn rain
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplighting rush
Of quiet birds and in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Remember me in good things people... :)
13 comments:
I love this poem...i wud also want this to be engraved on my tomb if i have one ever.
Thats beautiful!
Yes, i do remember you in good things. :) :)
I so love this poem. And I'm gonna read the book soon :)
I still remember you as the Happy Go Lukcy, sweet, chatterbox, girl next door, who was always happy and who brought a smile to so many people through her posts and I used to tick 'Balle Balle'in the reactions!
Keep her safe, and bring her back, girl.
Hugs
Akanksha
You are remembered only in great things :)
I read this poem long back and always loved it....it my fav....and I want this engraved on my grave too :)
Ur a sweetheart and always remembered in good ways :)
Nice Poem!!! :)
Rastogi!! tujhe meri yaad nahi aati.. nalaayak!
@ Me ::
Pehle gana suno ::
Tujhe bhula diya.. oooOOOOO..
Tujhe bhula diya.. fir kyn tere blog ne mujhe hansa diya.. :))))
Aap to bus rehne do.. The way you disappeared from FB n all.. Apko to OBAMA bi ni dhoondh payega.. :P
BTW, What the fuck is down with you.. hmm??
Ye sala kaunsi janta hai jisne apki life mein itne fadde kar rakhe hain???
Put yourself together or mast mast posts likho.. jo karna hai bindass karo..
Or agar frustration nikalni hai to aisi nikalo ki post me F,S word ke alawa kuch ho hi na.. :D
Apko pata hai mereko Photography ka naya keeda laga hua hai & i am doing real great with my new cam..
Apne book likhne ki sochi thi.. uska kya hua???
I know so many aaltu-faltu log publishing their own novel.. or yahan apni talented ladki ka kuch pata-sata hi nhi hai...
Aap writer ban gaye to kam se kam isi bahane hum bhi bol denge ki apna yaadi writer hai.. *selfish me!!*
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Above all.
i am happy ki you are posting more often thz days.
ye to thi meri kahani..
aap batao.. kya haal chal hain??
I paid Arpit Rastogi 25 Paise to tell this.
oh.. i read the Hindi version of this on a soldier's grave.. the soldier was a young man cremated by his parents, and this poem was found in his papers, to be read at his cremation.. what a lovely piece this is!
@ Abhinav ::
Thanks Dost..
Or iss sabke liye 25 paise ki kya jarurat thi mein free me kar deta..
Pagal iss speed se ek-do bar or paise udaye to sadak par aa jayega.. :)
Good one !!
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