Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep;

I am the rain that brings respite after a destructive drought,
I am the lover you always sought;

I am a warm afternoon after weeks of snow,
I am a baby’s chuckle when he sees something glow;

I am the tears of joy the new mother weeps,
I am the little girl who caresses her younger brother to sleep;

I am the small leaf, born from the womb of rocks,
I am the support of the misunderstood man everybody mocks;

I am the inner force helping the pullet break open the egg shell,
I am the proud father’s eyes, in secrecy they swell;

I am the thunder that roars,
I am the strength of the weak fisherman still holding his oars;

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

– Unnati Rajput (V-I)