Me.....

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Indore, Madhya Pradesh, India
I love the stillness of the wood: I love the music of the rill: I love to couch in pensive mood Upon some silent hill. Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, The silver-crested ripples pass; And, like a mimic brook, the breeze Whispers among the grass. Here from the world I win release, Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace Of this great solitude.....

Monday, June 21, 2010

WHEN I DIE…

When I die, no one should cry

Shed no tears for tears would dry!

Just remember me for the smile on your face

That from the good memories, you can trace

Remember me for the little talk

The one we had when we went for a walk

Once in a while, do miss me for sure

And remember my gossips from the days of yore

When you happen to hear my favourite song

Just think of me and dance along

When you feel you lost, when you think you are beat

Embrace my enthusiasm and don’t accept defeat

When you feel lonely and have no one by your side

Close your eyes, feel my presence, with the rising tide

Feel my warmth in the sun rays, my stillness in the moon

See my smile in the flowers; your fatigue would be gone soon

Think of our conversations that touched your heart

And how we cherished them when we were apart

And whatever happens, be sure to smile

And believe how being together was always worthwhile

And when I’m gone pray for my soul

And wish to the Almighty to keep me whole

And when I die, don’t you cry

Shed no tears for tears would dry!

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