BEFORE DYING
Before I pass away from this Earth
Let me be able to say that I loved it so much
With roses many but one naughty fire
With million smiles but a few moments of ire;
And I loved the sadness beneath some smiles
The sweetness of slowly dying into someone’s pretty wiles.
Shared the pleasure of minor vices with friends
And pursued them till the ends.

That I lived ever so gently
Like butterflies and bees
Without hurting petals or leaves
But ‘drinking life to the lees’
Chanting the words of peace
Just as we breathe in a bliss.

And finally that I passed across life with a grace
Without bothering how much I got
And how much I lost
Except the fact that I lived with love and no stress.