I don’t want to give up the ghost
And go to meet my maker in the heavens
I don’t want to take up the journey
To the eternal nothingness
I want to be in this world
That is too full of grief and umpteen pains
I want to sleep with my fellow beings
Who don’t have a roof under the sky
I love to play with the stray dogs
And feed the doves that greet me in the morn
I want to see smiles on the faces
To cheer up the children of lesser gods
I want to bask in the morning sun
And drench in the monsoon shower
I want to smell those fragrant flowers
And taste those sour and sweet gooseberries
I want to hang on in the lonely valleys
Listening to birds and humming on the streams
I want to delve deep in the wild
Watching the heirs of the wide, wide earth
I want to live and love the life
Live the life for the days infinite
I don’t want to give up the ghost
And go to meet my maker in the heavens
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