I , Me and Myself

On a cold December day,

it was evening, they say.

A baby opened his eyes,

with conscience that knew no lies.

Unassuming,believing what was shown,

that was the day I was born.

I lived a life without care,

doing things no one dared to dare.

I lived un-dictated,I knew no fear,

I knew no sadness,I knew no tear.

But i knew ,

without identity world would be difficult to tame.

Thus,in Me, I got a name.

Now for the first time in life,

I felt fear,

Protecting 'Me',a name so dear.

Now I saw the eyes of world in perspiration,

for, he lacked the very inspiration.

I and me were now not alone,

now came the day,my-self was born.

I,me and myself now live together,

bonded together,

in flight of life feather.

Living a life,as it comes on a day.

singing own -songs,

rather repeating what others say.

They now,clearly know,together as one,

there is a world that has to be won.

I am in dullness ,I am in color,

I am in a soothing-cool-breeze of summer,

I am in myself ,I am in me.

I live in a world that only I see.

Who am I?

Oh! i tried in vain,

space too less, words too many to explain.

PS-I wrote this poem a while ago,still it remains one of my favourite ones.Each time I read it,I find myself staring right through my soul.This poem is my evolution of understanding and thoughts wrapped together.