When i die, my body would be placed
on a pile of sandalwoods and lit
Then also a koel will sing
from my courtyard branches
It will sing how much i loved my life
Greenish leaves will pour tears as
itself, showers will continue to
fall from otherworld
I would not be in the earth at that time
but that would not make any difference...
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