Hundreds years from now,
Will you remember me, though?
In your mounting spectacular world
Despite, I may depart from this land
My madness, in calling you
My longing to reside on you
And my worship, wishes and prayer
Awaken up long, to hear
Sweet messages and note
The gentle rhythm of your tone
I will be missing you all-through
And, will be waiting to come back to reach you.
I heard nature has a soul and desire
May be, so, I can make out your face everywhere
I shall born back in the loving surroundings,
Where, I always find your pulse present and that's all my belongings.
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