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If I die,
in this soil,
burry me not
for it is not mine.
You'll humiliate its dignity
and it becomes a mixture of mixture.
You'll weaken your morale
If you cry.
when I die
what connection I possess
to this if not to that?
Which I have once smelt,
tasted, played and valued for life.
Poetry by Bhakta Raj Giri
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Written on 2006-09-15 at 08:28
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If I die,
in this soil,
burry me not
for it is not mine.
You'll humiliate its dignity
and it becomes a mixture of mixture.
You'll weaken your morale
If you cry.
when I die
what connection I possess
to this if not to that?
Which I have once smelt,
tasted, played and valued for life.
Poetry by Bhakta Raj Giri
Read 579 times
Written on 2006-09-15 at 08:28
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