Man is mortal
but not the "Karma" he does in his life.
Heart stops one day
but not the song it sings before its death.
Flower dies one day
but not the fragrance it disseminates in air.
We all must leave fragrance
in air earth and sea before we die.
My fragrance won't be there
until my root absorbs water of your love.
Therefore, you are my living forces,
you are my angels,
you are my reasons to flourish.
O my dear friends,
I am blessed to have you all
as my dearest friends.
© Arun Maji
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