don’t stand at my grave
and weep, I am not there
I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds
that blow, i am in the flakes
of falling snow
I am in the gentle shower
of rain, I am in the fields of ripening grain
I am one of the birds that sing
I am in each and every lovely thing
do not stand on my grave, and cry
I am not there I didn’t die
I AM SHAHEED
