As The Dreams

Forget me when I have gone away

No more you can see my face

All of you forget me day by day

Never say a word about my loss!

 

You can no more hear my speech

I have left my poems at your hands

I may be nearer to the beach

I may be far away from the stars!

 

Don’t think of me-think about you

Yours is the space and this earth

Don’t hear lies and keep your virtue

I may have a brave man’s death!

 

Forget the great things I have done

Tell to your heart “he is dead”

We won’t meet in this world again

Now your prayer cannot do any good!

 

I am in the world’s favourite poems

I am running in the steepest streams

I am living in the tallest trees

You forget my memories as dreams!