As I grow older, I often think of death as a nearer possibility . This is the Epitaph I wish to see written on my grave. We do not know how we are going to die and if at all there will ever be a grave to claim as one's own... Still..!
Below the vault of this cerulean sky In this solitary grave, let me lie In joy I lived and in joy I die And wish to see no one cry This you carve on my grave for all to see “Here is some one, though a small fry Had a heart as big as a mountain high Who with songs of love, every heart did tie” Placed First A Strand(1069) Poetry Contest
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