When I am gone, don't shed a tear nor you cry.
With the angels, the salsa and jive I shall try.
Walk in the clouds and sail on the moon,
Make them laugh and be a cartoon.
Vacation on Mars, Venus and Jupiter
With a bottle of scotch and the sky my theatre.
Regale them with bollywood mixes,
Break into a jig, till the sun shows up and say's, that's it!
Tell them why a warrior never goes,
Like the Phoenix, The Lion too rises from its ashes and roars.
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