I sometimes visualize the day of my burial
Covered with white cloth
Ready to be taken to the burial ground
There lies my dead body
Only if my soul could tell how it feels right now
Some genuinely grieve for me
Others are there just as a formality
No sooner am i dead
People start dissecting my life
They start analyzing me
Discussing what i did while i lived
Some say-'look at him..he never did no good deed...it looks like he is going to hell.'
Some are kind and say-'no he wasn't a bad person...may be he might get a little place in heaven...God is merciful.'
Some say-'This guy never did anything substantial in his life...he didn't have many friends...no woman in his life...he was lonely and cut-off from the world...all he did was write and give advice.'
And then when i'm finally buried
They talk about me for a day or two
And then they all carry on with their lives as if nothing ever happened(Exception to this will be a few close persons in my life.)
For many...i will be just another addition to the dead persons column of the world
I never did mean anything to them
And that's ok
As long as i have a few persons who will genuinely miss me...
And remember me for the right reasons...
...I'm good