The passing by in my life,
Are u real?
I give my best to u, enjoyed your company,
Are we real?
You will be gone in a year or two,
Bringing our laughters, my scolding into memory lanes.
Family ties are real instead, u say.
They are with u all the time.
If time is the test of real,
Then relatively, we are all fake as compared to something more permanent.
An half_life is real,
A winkling flower is real?
We feel it, its real.
Remember that fleeting motivation from that sale talk.
I knew that is not real.
Perhaps, nothing is real.
Is a footprint real?
The footprint seen, felt.
The wish to remember the peeson that man who left behind the footprint.
Long after the wind blow the dusk away,