Forgotten

Sometimes I keep wondering

How am I going to be 

Remembered once my 

Tenure of life gets over?

Will I ever be remembered

For the deeds I did or

Become the forgotten part

Of someone's innate memory?

This level of thinking puts 

Me into a state of contemplation 

The depth of analysis then

Arises from a condition of urgency 

As if the time is running out 

Like the particles of sand falling

Down from the chamber of an hour glass

I realise that it's I who

Has only been procrastinating

On something that was need of the hour

I take a new birth the next

Moment of my realisation

The realisation that I'm a being

So perishable and I woke 

Up from a deep slumber.