Yesterday you were with me,
Today I seek you dear.
Where thy words are?
I pine to hear.
Is a man born to toil?
Is a man made of soil?
Is the earth our final goal?
leaves the body, the eternal soul. O Lord! Guide us to live in peace.
Let our souls, in Heaven, release.
Ahatisham Alam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-251/
