In this inn of the world, every soul is a traveler,
you as well, and I too..
One day we must leave this world,
this is something you know, and I know too..
When we arrive, how we depart,
that is not in your hands or mine..
But what we choose to leave behind,
that choice is ours alone.
Try to leave behind, in this air,
some love instead of the dust of complaints..
For the song of a bird,
leave behind a mention of the love you once shared with the rain..
That sunlight you once held captive
within your palms,
release it, so it may descend
into someone else’s courtyard.
Let go of those unfulfilled desires,
so they may flow away in the river of time,
and in your story,
leave behind the colors of flowers
in place of your sorrows..
What remains after you are gone
should be nothing but a prayer,
One that reminds every heart
that love never truly goes anywhere..
That beautiful part of your life
which remained incomplete,
may be completed
in the pages of someone else’s life.
And thus, what you leave behind
will become the beginning
of someone else’s new story.
Written by Shilpa Shukla.
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