When I Die
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The wind will call me
From inside the deep woods
Whispering softly a death song
When I am ready to leave for good
The raindrops will soak me
Dropping cold from the cloud
Murmuring a dirge into my ears
When I will be covered with a shroud
The flowers will bloom
Around my bed made of earth
And send fragrances of love to the
World where I will take my next birth
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