I am not real
Why am I afraid to die?
If there is no person who is me
Why do others call me by my name?
If my self is only a series of selves
And not one self
Then why do I remember my past?
Oh not it is not that I am not real
It is that one day not so long from now
This will end
My mind will end
My sense of myself will end
My being a person in the world for others will end
And then at that end
Yes there will be no I and no self which is me
Unless of course there is some other world God knows about
Which we cannot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem