The fact that i'm going to die,
is killing me inside,
it hurts me every moment,
when i think about it.
I tried to give whatever i had,
to those who didn't and couldn't,
I tried to be as sweet as possible,
to those who made a speciality.
I loved those few or even do,
but now i'm going to,
break what love i made,
so that they don't fade with pain.
They should fade with justice,
knowingly by them,
so that they don't feel,
what they held in me.
The desires of having,
such a person in life,
will give them pleasure,
but not so as treasure.
As said by Tagore, 'let freedom reign',
let the world know, who i am,
so that when i die,
they make a vam.
That gives us happiness,
but which not known when i die,
let me tell the careless,
there is worth they lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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