When I’m Gone

One of my biggest fears,

Is when I die

Will people shred tears?

Will people mourn over me and cry?

Have I done something good?

Have I earned some respect?

At least in my neighbourhood?

Will their memories have a place for me?

When I leave

Will there be any feelings of grief?

These are the questions I think of before I go to sleep…

But every morning is a new start to a new learning

Let some good thoughts be my earning.

Get along as the time flies,

And start dreaming with open eyes!

Grind to not be a regular guy

To mark my existence

When I’m gone, make people celebrate my life

Rather than being held in grievance.

I hope someday I’ll be someone who

People will look up to.