Seeing new ones coming around me
And feeling for many who leave me,
I end up wondering what I'll be
When its my time to cease to be.
If I were a leaf in a tree,
I will be fluttering happily,
When the breeze caresses me.
Till the time I leave and be free.
If I were that little rabbit,
Being joyous would be a habit
That I'd practise not just a bit,
Till the point of my exit.
If I were that lovely bee,
I would be humming all the day,
Tasting that wonderful honey
Till the final day of my stay.
If I were to be that crow,
I will then never feel so low,
Calling friends in joy and sorrow,
Till that day when I have to go.
If I were that spotted deer,
I'd be roaming all around here,
Tasting the fresh blade of grass,
Not once feeling that I'm at a loss.
Whatever form we assume or get,
Being happier is what we should choose.
I hope that we would never forget
This and enjoy till we are it in the news.
And feeling for many who leave me,
I end up wondering what I'll be
When its my time to cease to be.
If I were a leaf in a tree,
I will be fluttering happily,
When the breeze caresses me.
Till the time I leave and be free.
If I were that little rabbit,
Being joyous would be a habit
That I'd practise not just a bit,
Till the point of my exit.
If I were that lovely bee,
I would be humming all the day,
Tasting that wonderful honey
Till the final day of my stay.
If I were to be that crow,
I will then never feel so low,
Calling friends in joy and sorrow,
Till that day when I have to go.
If I were that spotted deer,
I'd be roaming all around here,
Tasting the fresh blade of grass,
Not once feeling that I'm at a loss.
Whatever form we assume or get,
Being happier is what we should choose.
I hope that we would never forget
This and enjoy till we are it in the news.