To all the smart people of this world,
An epitaph is what I wish I could write for you,
Only If you wished so,
I respect feelings, I do.
Interested ones should know,
How to reach me,
Strangers need not take the pain,
And just let things, be.
You! Yes you, my friend,
Your wish I shall oblige,
Your epitaph I wish the world reads,
In a book that I someday might write.
At thirty, I move on afresh,
The baggages be yours,
I feel for you, bound by limits,
But I have charted a new course.
I wish you the luck,
Whether you accept it or not,
But if you are not a part of the plan,
Your "god" is all you've got.
