That’s it. 

Exploring the epiphany

When I will die,

you’ll get a beer bottle besides me.

Empty that sizzling liquidity under northern lights.

You’ll get some bucks from my pocket,

Use that to buy some lollipops and give them to men inside a near by jail with an assuring handshake.

And you will get a bengali poem of Shakti Chottopadhyay,

Give that page a boat ride for one last time.

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