Sometimes I feel like nothing I am...
No matter how many there may be whom I call my friends,
there's no one who will sacrifice happily their all,
and will stay with me till the day's end.
For I maybe the part of their life,
but still I am not their life.
and that theirs will continue even when my own will come to an end.
That neither I crave for their lives to change nor for them to cry after me too...
but only to be ensured 'the existence of my existence' , even after my soul into heavens would have had flew.
-Consular Wolf
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Will They Remember Me
PoesiaThis poetry explains a man's desire to be remembered even when he is not present,to be important in others life and shows the greatest fear of us all that will people forget us after our death or will they remember us.
