I wonder the rigidity in your decision,
Having being ready to give up on this Mansion
It will forever be a mystery,
Between you and you
And along with you
India's breath is taken away too.
If Death was the solution
Earth as a graveyard would have been the vision.
The farewell of one,
Bid goodbye to many.
Blessed are you, with this Life,
Remember before bidding bye
There are already enough stars to shine,
And even without you, the Sky is fine...
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