Deathoween

On duvet days

While having my evening tea

I think,

I think if I die at this moment

Will world remember me by my name?

Or will I just fade away from natural death?

Already spent seventeen and a half years alive

Other than making some bosom buddies

What have I done?

Other than passing examinations on the verge of failure

What have I achieved?

Other than fake faces and betrayal

What have I faced?

What good have I made out of my journey till date

What's good in living with the fear of death

Comparing all the possibilities of future

I realise it's too soon to die young

Some unaccomplished goals are still waiting

Calling my name out, I hear them faintly

They ask me to hang on, struggle,

Push myself to the limit and complete

The first and last wish I've ever had

That is to live working hard for a smiling death

And to make enough name out of my deeds

To be remembered succeeding my death

Inhaling the last few gushes of air

I should not regret about anything I've been through

I should see people around me smile at my life rather than cry at my funeral

I should expect of an even better afterlife

And have a significant helpful contribution towards human race

Because that's all I've ever asked from life.