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.
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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.
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