donot stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there, i dontot sleep,
i am a thousand winds that blow,
i am the diamond glints on snow.
i am the sunlight on ripened grain,
i am the gentle autumn rain.
when you are awaken in the morning's hush,
i am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
i am the soft stars that shine at night.
donot stand at my grave and cry
i am not there; i did not die.
ritu gangele
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-there/
