I'd ask for nothing upon my deathbed
As I might have got what I'd lived for
By then.And I won't yell at you so bad.
'Just give me a day I had dreamed of '.
Where children's dancing,barefoot
And singing their rhymes of innocence
Holds birds to do chorus for them.
Where chirpy sounds of joy and wisdom
Puts wings to hope and they fly high
Not just to realize a better dimension
But to enjoy the beauty of perception.
Where we all live our heyday and
Nobody suffers with their choices.
It never attempts to kill but saves you
Rather with a mellow caress.And
There's always love for the leftovers.
Then you won't envy rather aspire,I'd pray.
Or you might say,'You've lived too much.'
Upon my deathbed.
~ Shashi Raj Pandey
As I might have got what I'd lived for
By then.And I won't yell at you so bad.
'Just give me a day I had dreamed of '.
Where children's dancing,barefoot
And singing their rhymes of innocence
Holds birds to do chorus for them.
Where chirpy sounds of joy and wisdom
Puts wings to hope and they fly high
Not just to realize a better dimension
But to enjoy the beauty of perception.
Where we all live our heyday and
Nobody suffers with their choices.
It never attempts to kill but saves you
Rather with a mellow caress.And
There's always love for the leftovers.
Then you won't envy rather aspire,I'd pray.
Or you might say,'You've lived too much.'
Upon my deathbed.
~ Shashi Raj Pandey
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