After leaving this body, if I get any life.
I will sit on the branch and see the tired children sleeping in the shade of the trees in the exhausting summer sun.
I will see the mangoes trembling with the branches. I will listen to the songs of the leaves swaying after being hit by the gust of wind.
Even if you have to live till tomorrow. Do not let the love end in your heart.
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