Do you think you end by your demise?
And say, ‘death is a full stop’.
Or believe your spirit will somewhere  arise
a new, and opine, life is perpetual.

Reason me your picture
if you think the former.
Or, if doubt the later, think on those lines,
that I do as well, and have your say.

Every thing you own is ‘yours’
For the house that you own you say "my house”
Likewise for the  hand, in your physique,
you say "my hand"

Your hand or head or heart isn’t you
but, they are in you and is yours,
so, WHO ARE YOU!? Is there an essence in you
that keeps you going from ages to ages?