My grave

When I die
Don't bother visting my grave 
I won't be there
Find me in the silence 
Only broken by the sound of ghungroo
A giggle here and there 
The air made heavy by the sound of 
Sweet flute 
The Smell of jasmine 
From the dancers hair
 I'll be just
Behind the stage
 
When I  die don't bother visting my grave
I won't be there
On the day it rains you can find me
At that Stretch from jor bagh to habitat
The trees
Make the perfect arch 
To welcome me
When I die 
Don't bother visting my grave
Maybe I won't let 
you leave .