To laugh away things when go wobbly wrong, br To win warm welcome whoso we visit, br To make every child’s smile a tad more sweet, br And ensure, life sings melodious song; br To celebrate when in touch with beauty, br To coax rainbows of life longer to last, br To sway not from avowed path of duty, br And leave behind legacy all so vast; br To appreciate seeing an honest act, br Forgive one of betrayal, sleigh of hand, br To spend patient time that a foe turns friend, br And know: not fiction, stranger feels some fact; br To pamper every green that pure we breathe, br To trust and believe in one’s inmost space1, br To give and gain, to guard our greedy geethe2, br Departing, leave the world a better place. br br To let the world know you lived and lived well, br That even your grave giveth fragrant smell. br br 1. Inmost space1: Conscience. br 2. Geethe2: The tendency to live like a vulture. br From Isha Upanishad, ma grdhah kasya svid dhanam | br br - Musings | 05.09.