Tomorrow I may not be here,
If that is HIS wish;
But as The Sun rises tomorrow,
Tell him not to fear.
Tomorrow as The Sun sets,
Tell him to reflect his solemnity;
By cooling behind the clouds,
And will accompany him the seven colours.
Tomorrow as the trees cool the earth with their shade
And as the winds through them sing;
Tell them to bring me some
Fine music with soulful songs of nature.
Tomorrow as The Moon,
Comes across the sky,
Tell him to donate me where-ever I am
Little feeling of his shining cool reflection.
Tomorrow as the waves,
Fight with the shores;
Tell them not to...
For they lovingly embrace each other.
Tomorrow as the flowers bloom,
Tell them to refuse themselves upon me;
Since neither would they be garnishing me
Nor would I sense their pleasantly intoxicating nectar.
Tomorrow if someone rise
To sing before my pyre;
Stop them with the might of Fire that burns me;
And expose their treacheries as liars.
Tomorrow if she thinks of me
Cry, do not for me, tell her;
For I won't be there to wipe her tears
I longed all my life to be with her...
Tomorrow even if even a drop of life remains in me
I would pray to God today itself
That tomorrow
I must not be here.
......Written in Sept. 1986.
