Existence

ExistenceThe day my existence
becomes a memory
some will weep…
I don’t think anyone would rejoice
But I don’t know that yet for sure….
then they will forget
every single one of them…..
When your existence
becomes a memory
I might weep….
I might not feel anything
I will never rejoice…
but I too will forget…
we humans are gifted
with forgetfulness even if not
forgiveness……
And may be once in a while
you might come in my thoughts
mostly for the good reasons…
because we often don’t remember
the bad done to us once
the doer becomes nonexistent
Life moves on for those alive…..
-Vinod-

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