Before I die

Let me see the beautiful sky, underneath Eiffel tower

And have a mug of café, to become a silence blower

This has to be done, but how could I?

Because there is a lot to do, before I die.

Let me see the ocean, with Caribbean Rum in my glass,

And have a bong in my hand, till 2 am pass

This has to be done, but how could I?

Because there is a lot to do, before I die.

Let me feel the holy, cities of India,

And the dishes in temple make me epicurean

This has to be done, but how could I?

Because there is a lot to do, before I die.

Let me feel the cold, of winters in Russia,

And then the cold make me suffer from aphasia

This has to be done, but how could I?

Because there is a lot to do, before I die.

                                                                                                    SAKSHAM SHRIVASTAVA