When I Won'T Be Here Poem by Neela Nath Das

When night embraces
all sleepy eyes and
you death hug me
with your gradual steps,
the pain stirs my awareness
of my presence in this
beautiful world!
What will be the scenario
when there will be no
morning for me..
My favorite attires, books
my guitar and my songs
and poems will they bear
any significance to others?
When I won't be here,
no change will be here
in the day's cycle,
everyday will go on
as the old days were,
but a person will be
forgotten, his name
will be wiped out
from every page of life...
No enemy, no friend
but a name once been
and never will be!