After My Death

After My Death ******* The day I will demise, I want you to visit me, Behind my body-room, I will sit to thank you. Throughout my life I cried, You played hide and seek game, The moment of my being dead, I desire to visit on face. My holiday will be Glee, With your presence and pity, Like dark cloud you gave shade, Like bright Star you gave light. I am your a poor priest, Worshipping day and night, An afficionado, Of death peaceful and calm. I am born poor live poor, And definitely die so, Only dream that fed me, Your face after my death. I know you know my being, How can you forget me? You gave so much quiet dream, Faded my deep dark Time. You love is beyond Sum, Bliss with thought and prayer, You came and guard our Hut, Never did you leave Us. Sometimes within mind crazed, Or with something fancied, You hid yourself in dark, Filling my mind with green fear. After death my Beloved, Fairly not costly deal, I want you to come in front, Face to face encounter. *********** @Prabir Gayen - 14/02/2019/: 4: 17AM.