Do Not Stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond that glints on the snow.
I am the gentle autumn and rain.
when you awaken in the Morning Bush.
I am the Up-Lifting Rush.
Of Quite Birds it's circling flight.
I am the Soft star that shines in the night.
Do Not Stand On my Grave and Cry.
I am Not There, I do not Die...............
(This Message was written in the diary of "Javed Iqbal Shaheed" Who
embraced Shahadat on 5Th
August, 1999 in Kargil)
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