One day I’ll have gone,
Few may mourn & refresh memories.
Rest, may never know about.
The life & times of me.
The breeze flows & pleases.
Its’ coolness & freshness;
Fragrance of life, it brings,
You love all.
You may not notice of breeze,
Yet, the breeze has pleased you.
O my lord, bless me be breeze,
Pleasing, yet just common.
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