If I die today,
Hundreds of poems will be buried with me,
Am I a poet?
‘I’ is absent in ‘ME’,
Others dissolve me giving a shape;
Mother gives birth but societies incarnate…
Constructing, Sophisticating, Inculcating, Instructing;
Am I a ‘Human being’?
Feelings, Emotions, Affections, Warmth;
Belong to me, as eternal and obvious,
Rising Sun and bright full Moon;
Am I a nature?
What remains, when body disappears?
Mind, Soul, Thought;
Am I an Imagination?
Where do I exist then?
In your mind, just as ‘a memory’