THE GIFTS OF DEATH
- Raj Krishna
- Mar 6, 2018
- 1 min read
Whenever the death comes and strikes me I shall not be afraid
What I shall be leaving behind Is an ocean of memories of which we were part of
What I shall be getting is a Special place in thy heart
Where I shall be going is a Pure and just world governed by God
So bid me farewell my friends It’s time for me to take leave.
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