We all have to' leave' one day
This is the ultimate truth ,come what may.
When my time comes ,never know how and when
I would love a 'send off ' with a paper and pen
When I' m 'free' floating somewhere up
Will pen down my thoughts ,holding my tea cup .
My wish my ashes be scattered up in the hills
That's where I belong ,my soul will be thrilled.
My wish to roam and see the world
I know if all wishes were fulfilled it would be absurd.
So my near...