"The last wish, and the last promise."

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Come at best,
Not at my worst,
Not at a vulnerable moment,
But when I could grin at you.

Carry me in your arms,
And let my last memory,
Be My smile,
Dissipate it among children,
Let it be their hope.

Prepare them to hold it,
Life is difficult,
Yet- it has beauty,
The serenity could come,
Only with them,
My love whatever is left-
Bestow to them.

Flower gets its the colour,
From light and water,
Water them,
With adequate integrity,
Where the pandemonium,
Isn't care.

Light them,
With the hope to build,
Where they could see,
Bare spaces,
Perceive the morality,
And balance the equation,
With uppermost care.

I always cherished elements,
Let my mass evolve,
To Become one,
With components,
It was always one,
Just this mortal body,
Thought it was superior,
Now it persists,
Entwine in the soil.

Three colours,
I have admired my whole life,
Let saffron be courage,
White be peace-
My words should be always,
Weaved in it,
And as green,
I should abide as;
A seed of hope.

Death has its glory,
Grant me one,
My only wish.

I have heard,
Life is proof of your love,
I loved my maa all my life,
But– Let my death
Be the proof,
Red must bleed,
Only for her,
Gave me a prospect,
To illustrate my love.
My life and death for only her.

Don't give me,
The glory of the universe,
Just a day,
A moment,
Don't know-
In how many good books
My Name reside,
But let me be,
In a good column,
For a day,
It's enough,
Let it be coloured in my love.

Anger should burn this mortal remain,
Resentment demise all the beliefs,
Sadness must cease bitter thoughts,
Anxiety should smile.

Envy should be vaporized,
Into the air and then-
Restored into the rain,
Of Gratitude,
What should be left be,
Compassion, affection, happiness,
Sprinkle it evenly.

My Love should be with me,
That let be my true identity,
My life couldn't carry me to him,
But you could send me to him,
Gave me his hand,
And let my love and consciousness,
Meet His High form,
Nothing But-
Me with Him.

Thank you; Death.

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{A Note}

Don't believe in hell and heaven. Don't believe in resting in peace. When death comes don't bless with them- carry my hope and aspiration for a better world. And what can't die? Death is the truth of a mortal. I died when I was born, some entities got into me and now it was my turn to get back into them.

To my dear ones, if I am lost find me in the air as it has the last redolence of my little thoughts, in the fire that lights up the last portion of my bodily remains, in earth as she possesses the last parts of the mine, in water having as my asthiyan had been inundated it, and in the sky; transiting with this atman.

I hope death fulfils her promise and I lay down being a warrior, and let my every scar be proof of my love. I have never loved anyone like her and wouldn't ever; not in this world.

I had loved ether, just like a black hole taking every light, death would take away this life but a little bit of radiation and energy would persevere on leaking. Let it be the faith for a better world. Give that to children, they are hope, give slight of it back to parents they bring them. Keep tiny love with you and lent an enormous fraction of it back.

I wrote a few words whose importance even I don't know- they would be lost in the frame of time, so would I, forget me. Bless me with Kṛṣṇa as with Him Should I live, He is my peace.

I reside where there is peace, not tears. Let our final goodbye be a smile.

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《 She could possibly come at any moment, I felt I could take a promise from her as she had been with me  in all my lives and whatever 'it' may give; I wish to these be my last words . 》