I just got my immediate thought of penning down my opinions , after my long assurance on "How does my death look like?".
As my name means "happy", I always want to see myself in a smiling face.This is not exceptional in the case of my death.I bet payload of readers may frown at my weird idea as it is miraculous .Let the cause be anything for my death;be accident;im strangled;suicide.
My world will be as clean as ever,
My body i s as light as ever (Though its my stupidity to assume as like)
cotton buds in my nose gets the feel to my soul that i no more breathe stale air of seasoned world.My legs are tied because there is no more painful journeys.Garlands around my neck makes my soul feel as asshole body enjoying the blossom for the final time but,the pester my soul will ever have is loosing THE LOVE of my love.
The worst part is my nonexistence with my LOVE for the last festival .
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I'M NOT GREED by Santhosh Sagar N is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
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