I woke up this morning-
And the feeling was all-but crazy
Even my bones felt lazy
When simultaneously, a shady thought struck my mind
I wanted to scan my entire life-
And put it on a pen drive
Though confused by the thought,
I felt a beacon of consolation-
Tickle my conscience that,
The whole of me would be safely archived.
When through the internet-
I would spread this virus of me
And everything that was, would once more be.
Men would share in this cake of greatness
Baked in my brain
And just like Leo Tolstoy, I wanted to be remembered
And forever live not on a pen drive,
But now on yours and the minds of posterity!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem