IF I SHOULD DIE TOMORROW..

If I should die tomorrow or the day next,
This may be the last of what today I speak,
So do bear not with a cynical eye,
Embrace my hand,
For least, smile,

As I travel through the valleys and paths
Of a common field,
Inhaling the deep velocity of this picturesque scene
And with unsteady tranquility these emerging lips whisper;
As I profoundly puzzled at why,
Whence this hill invoked dullness in you
Smiled; a silent miracle for me,

Yet! what resides in my mind, remains my own nameless mystery
Let me not bother you with words of empty description ,
But given the chance, grasp profoundly the beauty served upon you,
For a time will come where they will be gone
And I will be gone too,

Friend
Learn this, the world may seem demeaning
Until you find a song of your own,
And justly close your eyes,
For simplicity is at its best with one or another sense lacking,
Strive to be contented, for only then the truth of happiness shall befall you,
Do Listen more than you see
And taste more than you smell,
And love more than you can!
And execute all with a smile
For however tough’ed a heart can be
Surely A heart yet soundly beats,
Do never underestimate the supremacy of love,
As In crooks of unexpected alleyways it creeps

Stranger,
Always claim advantage to an uncertain prospect
Know that though a love felt today may be gone tomorrow
Rejoice and celebrate
The feeling of a human,
For what was will always be,
Never look back in woe,
Nay! express joy for a lesson learnt,
Triumph! for that is truly a victory,
Just once, dance in the rain; to a tune that plays no music,
And smile to him who work’ed his best
Though no reward may be granted upon him,
Honor his effort,


Sister,
Hold the hand of the one you love
And play no heed to they,
And listen to the beats of your heart
As they are bestowed upon you as a guidance,
Do not disregard its merit,
For your heart knows you like no other

Father,
Strive for knowledge,
For spiritual well being,
Distinguish your mind as an open grassland,
And times will come where it is your priority to act selfishly,
while sacrifice little of yourself; if to another it indicates much
And never acknowledge that survival is extinct without wealth
For Survival is dead without a conscientious heart ; ambiguously

Mother,
Forgive but not forget,
by no means hold back tears
For no tear shed is a tear wasted,
They are truly miracles,
Draining a mar within you,

For me, and you, and all,
To feel inferior is a personal belief of your own,
As it requires your consent
Live as you know how,
Live as you know best,
Let life Live within you,
And of by tomorrow I may be gone
Let this be evidence
That I tried,
And for that grant me all
Maybe more!
Your Smile....