Me

They call me, caring me into long days, mysterious nights. The green decreases and the sand flow in, thirsty. I have made life easy, Invented, discovered, destroyed, killed, created …except life. I have flown in clouds, of dreams and love. Sometimes I am a vagabond, beg for a drop, Sometimes I realize sometimes forget. Sometimes wasted, sometime used. Yes its me, sometimes wasted, sometimes used. Today when I collect fragments of my past, I have time no more. ................................... User Name: Bidhu Patnaik Form: Free Verse Reason: It is a poem of my self discovery, This poem was inspired by a turning point in my life.