One's History! Poem by Ramesh T A

Mother bears a lot of pain to deliver her first child in the world;
The experience of birth is not remembered by the child as grows;
Also, the experience of death time of one cannot be known already;
Some die in agony, some die unconsciously and some die in sleep!

Death of a person known only by others around one lying on the bed;
That too only when they see one has not got up and lying on bed so long;
They come touch and see what has happened to one who lies there still so;
Cold body tells that one is dead already and is no more to be seen active!

Sad state of all in the family is soon known to all around outside too;
News of death spreads to all via newspaper announcement later soon;
This is how everyone's death is going on in the world in which we are in waiting;
But death is the last thing of one's life in the world that has one's record of history!

One's history through diary, written books, thoughts remembered by all
is known to generations after one, if one's works are remarkable one sure!