I have been intrigued by this couplet penned by an anonymous 17th-century poet from the Indian subcontinent. Although it reminds me of my late father, it’s beyond all relationships, and it’s as relevant today as would have been then.
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When I’m dead
Your tears will flow
But I won’t know
Cry with me now instead
You will send flowers
But I won’t see
Send them now instead
You’ll say words of praise
But I won’t hear
Praise me now instead
You’ll forget my faults
But I won’t know
Forget them now, instead
You’ll miss me then
But I won’t feel
Miss me now, instead
You’ll wish
You could have spent more time with me
Spend it now instead
You’ll wish
You could have spent all your money on me
Spend now instead
When you hear I’m gone, you’ll find your way to my house to pay condolence, but we haven’t even spoken in years
Speak with me now instead
Spend time with your loved ones, and help them with whatever you have to make them happy. Make them feel Special. Because you never know when time will take them away from you forever.
Our time in this world is very little.
Success to you!
Razak
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