When I'll be dead, I'll be gone,
Promise me, you won't cry at my grave,
We die, because we're born,
Instead cherish the memories, I gave.
In hot summer afternoon,
I'll meet you in the form of cool breeze,
In the season of monsoon,
I'll be green shining trees.
I could be a bird of paradise,
Or the rain on the hills,
A dancing peacock pleasing to the eyes,
Or a swinging daffodil.
I'll be a star twinkling above your head,
And I'll be smiling at you,
So don't let your tears shed,
Because in every walk of your life, I'll be with you.
Promise me, you will fulfill my last wish dear,
By making me the reason for your smile,
Not for your tears.
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