and I’ll know that tomorrow it will,
I will plant some mango trees for
the people, I’d leave my hefty will.
If ever the Abdiel presents before
my naked eyes and touch my hands,
I’ll hold his hands tight, and ask to
leave my body in my beloved’s hands.
If ever the Orion asks me in
the cold moonlight of the Indian plains
to come and join after I am passed
I’ll pull it with a rope to my low plains.
because I know death is the destiny,
we all share, it can’t be still, be only at all
for all the moments we lived and loved,
those were not to end on death, not at all.
Because till it is passed over and over
my love, to the last heir of the human race,
and then even when the last heir dies,
that race will not be the final race.
Because it is a revival, we live when
we live when we know death occurs once,
and revival it is when we also know that
not only death but even life occurs once.
