Leaves
Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.
Lives
Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.
Birds
Cheerily chirping in the early day.
Bards
Singing of summer, scything thro' the hay.
Bees
Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.
Boys
Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.
Flashes
Of swimmers carving thro' the sparkling cold.
Fleshes
Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold.
A mead
Bordered about with warbling water brooks.
A maid
Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.
The heat
Throbbing between the upland and the peak.
Her heart
Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek.
Braiding
Of floating flames across the mountain brow.
Brooding
Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough.
Stirs
Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers;
Stars
Expanding with the starr'd nocturnal flowers.

I wonder what would happen if I die
Of course, my family would weep at my final goodbye
But would you reminisce our memories and just cry?

I think I would be lost like a candle during the noon
Like a little star between miriads of twinkling stars and moon
And just like a drop of water in the huge ocean

Just like a grown up man forgets his childish smile
And like the birthdates of our loved ones after some years while
I would be forgotten from your momories just like that

But there is a ray of hope that you would miss me
Like the desert misses the rain
Like a lost traveller misses his home
Like a child during his sleepless nights misses his beloved mom

But hey, one thing is sure that
I would miss you even in this life
And I would miss you if there is life beyond my demise