A MARTYRS POEM

Don't Stand at My Grave and Weep, I'm not there... I don't Sleep...
I'm in Thousands winds That Blow, I'm in the Flakes of Falling Snow...
I'm in the Gentle Shower of rain, I'm in the Feilds of ripening Grain...
I'm one of the Birds that Sing, I'm in each and Every Lovely Thing...
Don't Stand at My Grave and Cry, I'm not there,,, ''I DID NOT DIE''..
#IM_SHAHEED...

- Aadil Khurshid