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.
