I live in the place where
Meditation compensates the boundary of money
Prayers competes with the modern medicines.
Yea this is life to live in the border and
See the clash between life and death.
We the supporters of life
Cheer and motivates to fight.
No worries that I could never see a good doctor
Nor a pain for being ruled by liars.
My well-wishers surround me at the last
My sound will rest in their heart.
Just don’t care where I take my last breathe?
Still happy that my deathbed is not golden bed
Nor any hospital bed.
No machines are tied to me
Not a single sour pills to take
No one piercing my skin with needles
And no restrictions in food to take
I can sleep with the peaceful mind
Surrounded by well-wishers waiting to cry.
Surrounded by well-wishers waiting to cry.
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