Unknown to me, my last day
is a core of folded rose.
If i know it clear
that my end that day was sure
i will relax for the fate
to take its course.
There my strands of commitment
will get loosened.
Following the blissful memmories
i would rejoice that end
Avoiding the engulfing ego
i will vist my foes,
thanking, as a successful person,
for being my inspirational source
Avoiding the nostalgic thoughts
i will visit my friends,
thanking, as a happiest soul,
for their love and supports.
then the awaited end will come.
my soul would mourn in silence
watching the world
turning in its path without me.
the end would be the beginning
for a new world without me.
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