When I won’t be here with you,
Yet I will be mingled in dust true.
Flowing in the air, I will touch you
To make you feel how near I’m to you.
I make sure that I will be in rainwater,
To drench you with my presence wetter.
Can you recognise me by my loving touch?
Or remember our affectionate memories as such?
I will come back to you again and again,
If you can recognise my presence then.
I will keep all my words of promise,
Because I truly mean it as my wish.
Man will die, but his wishes never,
For true love, he always comes back here.
Dipak Dikshit
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