After My Gone…

Standing on the philosophical crossroads
A question struck my mind...
For, "What will Remain After my gone?"

Will stars stop shining?
Or will the sun never smile?
Will seasons change their nature?
Or will the sky mourn even for a while?

Will the time search for me
in its quite hours?
Or will the roses in my garden
Be devoid of showers?

Will the roads on which I walk
Miss me even for a day?
Or will the children forget to
Smile and play?

What shall remain is a lost identity
A few wet eyes with fading memories
A few unread books,
An un-used bike,
An Empty chair and a pen on the writing table
Awaiting to be held, unaware of my gone
The Life in its usual path
Will continue to go on