When I die,
The leaves will still shine bright in their shades of green
The clouds will still float like boats in the sparkling blue sky
The grasshoppers, the chamelions in the little garden outside will go about their lives, darting from one patch of green to the next, across concrete and garden
The snails will still shed their shells and move at a leisurely pace, without a hurry in the world.
The herons will screech, the cricket will still dominate the evening sound
And all around will still be as quiet.
When I die,
The morning noise of the electric kettle will continue to break the peace of the world
The frying pan will still sizzle with the sound of hot oil and fresh eggs being broken in it
The toaster will still toast fresh brown bread
Fruits will lie in line, waiting to be cut
Breakfast and lunch boxes will be filled with hurry and care
The car will still arrive at the gate waiting to pick up hurried souls to school and office
Time will run at a pace, beating all.
When I die,
Meetings will go on with their important agendas
Clients will still complain and issues at office will continue to nag
Board meetings will continue to call for work into the night
Presentations will be made and negotiations will rage
Career will surge and performance records will break
Till all battles are won and you are crowned as King
When I die,
Covid will be gone and mankind would have won
Prudence would still go missing, albeit a new sense of humility
Arrogance would still reign amidst pockets of kindness
Mankind would still make a run for their narrow minded future
Fools like me would continue to focus on love and care, sensitivity and belongingness
When I die,
There’ll still be the same hustle and bustle
Of humans and cars and buses
Of screech and cacophony of the young and the old
Of the smart and the fools
Of those loved and those abandoned
Of achieved goals and buried dreams
When I die,
My child will sit on a quiet morning and stare at the blue sky
And the expanse of green
At the chirping birds and screeching herons
Into the far far East
His big beautiful eyes remembering me, with a smile and often a tear
His heart opening wide to extract all my love from my dear heart
His arms embracing me, my soul, with his warmth and love
A face, once sweet and gay, now serene and sad
With no one to look into his eyes and read his mind
With no one to embrace him and read this thoughts
With no one to cry and tell him her true feelings
But face the world he will, brave as a soldier, with a smile
Undying in the love he carries for me, secure forever in his heart.
When I die,
The world would be the same
As it always was
The days would still turn into night
And seasons would change
Some child would still laugh and make merry
Moms would still rebuke their children
Mornings would still be merry and nights would be gay
The sun would still shine
And make life bright
All would be as always
Only I would be gone
With my pains and my sufferings
My tales of agony
To a place far, far from here
To the vast nothingness where I’ll rest my body and shut my eyes.
