Come not when I am dead..

to drop thy tears upon my grave,

to trample round my fallen head.

Come not when I am no more..

to put thy hand upon my cold forehead,

and whisper that you really cared.

Come not when everything is gone..

the love,the conflicts,the hatred and me..

to wonder was I true to thee.

Come NOW my love,I need you so,

make my last breaths easy.

Hold me just a moment in your arms,

and let me go happy..

Yes!!!! I was loved...

                            Anu

Should add two things here as an afterthought...

1).The first stanza( I guess the best one:)...is not mine.Rest of the poem is written by me....It was a contest in a newspaper wherein u were given the first stanza and u had to complete the poem...so I can't take credit for something I didn't create..

2) The sketch is by me pppplllllll...say something:..good, bad, ugly, funny whtever :)))