Someday, when I am gone,
I'll be remembered by all
As the Man who helped them,
who had stumbled and had to fall
Who rose, to raise others,
to reach where they'd want,
Giving courage to those who
were afraid of others' taunt
Who cared not for riches,
misery who wanted to end
Who was the guiding hand to all,
in whom each found a friend
Whose prime concern was 'you',
as just the person you are
Who considered social bindings
as an indelible scar
On the lives of people,
as it limits creativity
As they understand only money,
in this modern society
Who wanted 'you' to rise and shine,
try and get glory and fame
Who wanted 'you' to make a mark
so that all would know your name
I hope to be remembered, by all, as an Ideal
Whose creative ideas filled everyone's life with zeal
As then life would be led, with a practical approach
No theories to bother, no cares of a coach
As no one is perfect enough,
without struggle to succeed
It's always been the hardworker,
who comes ahead to lead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very.... nice.....