Laughter And Tears

By Affan Waheed



Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love, and

Let me rest in arms of slumber, for my open eyes are tired

Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads

Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips

Let the aged place their veined hands upon my head and bless me

And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath.

I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring high

I’m far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are hiding the hills from my eyes.

I’m cloaked in full whiteness;

I’m in comfort; I’m in peace.

Unwrap me from this white linen shroud and clothe me

Shed not tears upon me, but sing of harvest and winepress;

Utter no sigh of agony, but draw upon my face with your finger the symbol of love and joy.

Mourn me not with apparel of black’

But dress in color and rejoice with me;

Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts; close your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.

Let my grave be deep so that the flood will not carry my bones to the open valley;

Let my grave be so wide’ so that the twilight shadows will come and sit by me.

Take from me all earthly raiment and place me in deep in my mother earth; and place me with care upon my mother’s breast.

Leave me then, friends-leave me and depart on mute feet’

As silence walks in the deserted valley;

Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly,

Go back to the joy of your dwellings and you will find there

That which death cannot remove from you and me.

Leave this place, for what you see here is far away in meaning

From the earthly world. Leave me.
For Rj. Ux Anver (Late)

a balanced poem with the beauty of words....thanks 4 sharing...keep it up...