People called family And so called close friends, To them, does it matter, If I am living or I am dead?

Tears would be shed, Few words good and bad, With passing time, Memories too would fade! For whom am I living? If not for me, Is there anyone Worth lifetime to be? Love is ephemeral, Gone days of eternity. Serendipity corporal No union, no honesty! (c) Dhara Oza