There is a me who lives with me
A very loyal companion
Very kind and often quiet
This me I can depend on
to always be with me however
I may feel, I may behave
It will quietly sit with me
No matter what is going on
It will never separate from me
This is totally for sure
The very nature of this me
is such – this I can bet on
It was with me in Mumma’s womb
It saw me come into this world
It sat beside as I was locked
In infant coma that had come on
As I grew up and spent those hours
Drinking the joy of sunset skies
Along with me atop the roof
This me too daily marveled on
Teenage years and growing fears
This path or that, the choices made
This me it walked with me whichever
path I chose to walk on
Illness and the angst of love
Bitter feelings in the heart
Through it all I did not know
This me was my companion
No I have not split in two
To talk of a me inside of me
I have become aware of this
kind presence I can rely on
~ vani murarka
यक़ीनन,,,बहुत सुन्दर रचना।
मेरे अंदर मैं..जिसे सब ज्ञात है,जो साक्षी है मेरा..और जो आईना, आत्म या वास्तविक मैं ही।