Grieve not when I am gone <br />Since that is the way life is prone; <br />A day, a month, a year or ten <br />Cast of time is beyond our ken. <br />Acutely conscious, why am I! <br />Impending event none can defy. <br />So grieve not when I am gone. <br /> <br />Brush of time with strokes steady <br />Will blur the memories gradually <br />Pain of parting will there be <br />Yet that will pass, know we all <br />This is just a parting, <br />Don't call it a loss: <br />And grieve not when I am gone. <br /> <br />This parting, a truth universal <br />Oftener discussed we in recent past, <br />While recounting our journey thus far, <br />Of pursuits deliberate and innocent follies, <br />Succeeding sometimes, sometimes failing; <br />Failures didn't deter us nor embitter. <br />Resetting our goals we pushed along <br />And so at this juncture of parting <br />Let not regret creep in at all. <br />So grieve not when I am gone. <br /> <br />This moment of parting <br />That seems lurking for some time past <br />Accord it due solemnity when it comes, <br />And pray, <br />That release of soul from human bondage <br />Be free from degrading pain; <br />respect the release of this harmless soul <br />And pray for its salvation <br />From pangs of birth and death. <br />Grieve not, <br />For all this is so ordained, <br />And grieve not when I am gone.<br /><br />Om Chawla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grieve-not-when-i-am-gone/
