Recite a poem from my book
Nobody will survive
in this world for ever
Oneday I have to go silently
Then you have to follow me only…
One day your black hair
will turn into grey
Black pupils of your eyes
will become turbid
Tight and smooth skin
will become loose and lax….
Nobody will survive in this world
Neither a king nor a beggar
Neither an American nor an African…..
But my memory will survive for ever
My poems will survive to entertain you…..
I know I will not be here
even after one hundred years
but someone will recite
a poem from my book……..