By Tanushree Nag
I'm nobody remarkable.
My talents are limited, my dreams ordinary...
The skills I possess are nothing exceptional,
Millions outshine me with their gifts' arsenal.
Not that I want more, life's almost perfect,
But leaves me perplexed when I introspect-
Who I really am, how the world remembers,
After I'm long gone, lost in ashes and embers?
Remember me neither for my skills culinary,
Nor for the verses I weaved.
Don't miss me for the gifts I gave,
Or for the way I dressed.
Those were just a woman ordinary,
Trying to fit in or stand out!
If you must, remember me for who I was,
With my paltry virtues and vices plenty,
For the way I loved, the way I laughed,
The friend I was, the conversations we had!
I want no ode, no eulogy written for me,
If my memory makes you smile, your eyes moist,
That's when I'll know, I'm dearly missed.