BY:- Muskan Kaur
When death arrives on my door,
I won't be arguing to you anymore.
Don't you dare come to my funeral,
You'll be like a precious black mineral.
Don't stand by my grave and cry,
It's not a forever goodbye.
I'll blow like wind through your hair,
Touch you with my care.
No matter where you go,
I'll flow like wind and snow.
It's my body that died,
but, I promise someday, I'll be by your side.