A Memory – K. S. Dave, Gujarat

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A Memory
If I die today,
Hundreds of poems will be buried with me,
Unheard, Unsung;
Am I a poet?
No.
‘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’?
No.
Feelings, Emotions, Affections, Warmth;
Belong to me, as eternal and obvious,
Like…
Flowing Water,
Flying Bird,
Green Mountain,
Rising Sun and bright full Moon;
Am I a nature?
No.
What remains, when body disappears?
Mind, Soul, Thought;
Am I an Imagination?
No.
Where do I exist then?
In your mind, just as ‘a memory’

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