Someday, my life will cease to be,
And I\'ll depart from all that I see.
My acting days will then be done,
And I\'ll enter the world beyond the sun.
But in the hearts of those I leave behind,
My memory and love will surely bind.
And in the duty I owe to my kin,
I\'ll live on in their hearts, deep within.
With an agitated pen, I\'ll pour out my soul,
And with my words, I\'ll strive to make whole.
My own burning heart that knows not rest,
I\'ll soothe with hope, my eager quest.
Death may be a paradox unexplained,
But I\'ve learned to die and be reborn again.
With an artificial smile, I\'ll break out in laughter,
For I never thought of dying before, ever after.
Today, I\'ve died and come alive once more,
With a thousand dreams in my heart to explore.
Though the cremation bed and dream cemetery wait,
I\'ll seek the palace of happier moments, and not be late.
For I am a variegated Hindustan,
A land of many hues, in all its grandeur and span.
And in my spirit, I\'ll find my way,
Through death and life, come what may.