Assumed

That which shall be preserved,
Within the folds of my wrinkle ,
Some memories, that shall glitter,
When my blind eyes twinkle !

That which shall my hands hold,
As it shivers from weakened nerves,
Will I still search you, then too,
In my withered flower and dried herbs !

My hair grey, chin down,
Pulse slow, and heart rarely beat,
If you haunt me in my graves,
I shall know, all was worth it !

~Manjuri~