WHEN I'M GONE

Let me not be remembered

By poems I have numbered

But by the changes it brings

To every beings and things

My verses may not be great

But the lessons all accurate

The words used may be plain

But enough to tickle one's brain

If read when disheartened

Makes your day brightened

If read when one's demotivated

It will make your mind activated

For that very simple matter

May be now or little later

You shall find magic in them

Rather, a precious hidden gem

When I perish and is gone

Let my verses turn airborne

Spreading away far and wide

Chanting my name with pride.