No ceremony!
I will walk out from the world ― one day.
The spirit will move out of body,
To settle in a new house -
I am not dying any way
Just going to live in a new house
I don't like the old worn out house,
That is no more a proper workplace -
Like a nestless bird,
On the bough of a hollow tree,
Unable to sing sweet melodies.
MyKoul
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