I will be the light,
For someone else s night,
Making sure it never gets dark,
Keeping alive the spark!!
It is not mine to own,
Why grieve when it departs?
Finding a vessel,
Filling in the color on the canvas,
Man is but dust, whether mortal or in the
hereafter,
Why burn the dust,
When it can be a part of a pot,
Why get buried forever?
When there is a chance to be a part of
another?
Long after the dust from my bones is gone,
I shall live on in someone`s prayers,
I shall help sustain a human existence,
With being the donor of this gift of life,
There`s a chance to turn immortal,
There`s a chance to say,
The day I am gone,
I shall still live on!!
Written by Huzaifa Bhopalwala
For someone else s night,
Making sure it never gets dark,
Keeping alive the spark!!
It is not mine to own,
Why grieve when it departs?
Finding a vessel,
Filling in the color on the canvas,
Man is but dust, whether mortal or in the
hereafter,
Why burn the dust,
When it can be a part of a pot,
Why get buried forever?
When there is a chance to be a part of
another?
Long after the dust from my bones is gone,
I shall live on in someone`s prayers,
I shall help sustain a human existence,
With being the donor of this gift of life,
There`s a chance to turn immortal,
There`s a chance to say,
The day I am gone,
I shall still live on!!
Written by Huzaifa Bhopalwala
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