My Wasiyat
When you cover me with soft earth, let a chinar tree be planted on my grave; and when the weary travellers will pass by me, they will breathe the fragrance and cool of my heart into their hearts; and the birds may build their homes of peace and love on my boughs—I will be happy that I have arisen from the dead as a great chinar."
~ MyKoul
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Author:
Mohammad younus koul (
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