Cover

I came here, without a cover But they covered me, with a wrapper Later I started, covering myself The skin, the eyes, ears and nose. And then the foods, covered my tastes Covering all my, senses intact. While my body, became big, My mind had also, got its cover. Even the thoughts, I covered it well Without showing a free will! All the things I got is covered, Beautifully with different colors. But, one day I’ll shed all my covers And go to there from where I came! Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 4 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand