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When my footprints shall not be printed on this road. Across these jetties I shall not be there to row my boat. I shall close all my businesses. I shall fulfill all my deficits. Shall stop my frequent visits to this market place. Then you may not remember me anymore Staring up in the skies, you may not recall me anymore.
When dust settles on strings of my instrument. (tanpura) And thorny creepers climb on my door steps. As if going to exile my flower garden wear gown of grass thickets. Algae and mosses come and surround the lakes. Then you may not remember me anymore Staring up in the skies, you may not recall me anymore.
Yet flute shall play in this theater. Days will come and pass at regular. Boats shall continue to cross over. Loaded with passengers. The cows shall continue to graze and shepherds play on that meadow. Then you may not remember me anymore Staring up in the skies, you may not recall me anymore.
And who says I shall not be there on that morning I shall be omnipresent in all proceedings. You will call me by my new name, you will bind me with new chains. I shall come and go eternally, the same me. So you need not remember me anymore Staring up in the skies, you may not recall me anymore.
