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