I know it's not time I think about this,
But I couldn't resist to take a vow.
I need to have an aim to fulfill,
The one which my soul craves to fill.
It is difficult to think about death,
More fearful is the fear than death itself.
But what matters more than mortal life,
Is merely what you leave behind.
If this world were wet concrete,
I'd want my feet,
To be printed everypossiblewhere!
Leaving behind a mark, that'd grow as a marker.
Even as the world; shall be growing, older.
I'd want my words as fragrance,
to spread across wide and far
Happiness, truth and godliness,
to wander further and beyond!
I'd love cyclones to come, and uproot
differences, like it does, trees and weeds.
Earthquakes to swallow hatred,
And volcanoes that emit bliss!
But all that I wish won't come true,
And if nature does it all, Why for are you?
So here I take a vow to do,
Every such thing that nature couldn't. Yes I'll do!
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