What Will Die? Me or My Memories?

Another old poem from me. I written it about 2 years ago and if I remember correctly… I posted it on 2Wapworld (3rd may 2009). Written it in sad mood. Here I am posting it with little editing.

What will die when i am dead?
Will it be me or my memories which you have in your mind?

After death of me which one will be precious for you?
Me or memories of me?

What will die?
Me or my physical existence?

Is death of me means non existence of me?
Is all the bad-good of me will die with me?

What is death??
Does it mean end of me???

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Picture copyrights: Debbie Gonville Miller

O mother... O mother... Let me born.

Written by me in 11th December 2008 and 1st posted at 2Wapworld where I am member of the site. Posting it here after little spell corrections.

O mother... O mother... Let me born...
Let me breathe in open air.
O mother... O mother... Let me see your face.
Let me touch your gentle hands.

O mother... O mother... Let me born...
O mother... O mother... Why you r so quiet?
Why u crying at nights?
O mother... O mother... I am scared.
Deep inside you... in darkness... i want to hear your gentle voice.

O mother... O mother... Let me born...
To make you smile again...
To make you happy again.

O mother... O mother... Let me born.

 

Picture from: http://scienceray.com