A New Me Everyday

Folding myself everyday with new looks Changing my psyche every day, at each case, It’s you, just you, who melted me As the wax is liquefied each day Without any exceptionality. To make new shapes, new look; As the artist wishes to heap all over again, And proof his own creativity he regained; Are you such an artist, to unfold me always? Is it love that kept still me in your cage? Or, is it my weakness as I’m afraid of being free? I don’t know- still why do I trust or rely on thee! I’m unaware of thy soul, thy cruel personality, I dare to know why I embrace this comical brutality. I feel, my weakness brings you fun and immense strength, Providing you capital to create your art for bringing fame. My question is, why me? Why have you chosen me? Is it for-I don’t have a soul anymore, who will feel shame or infamy? Tasmina Hayat Khan 8th November 2015