Not of my body, but of my soul
How many spirits live in my soul?
How many spirits make me whole?
Who I am ....
Ask me again, where I am come from...
Am I the rules that make me numb?
Or the exception who is not under control?
Listen, I am free spirit
...not that shape I am in
Or not this skin I live in.
As the moment I exist....
I am that absorbent mind
...which was gender blind.
Nor am I daughter of anyone
Nor am I sister of her
Nor am I wife of yours...
I am the entity from that moment
When you were all unknown.
In this Earth, all we have shown ...
Here all warriors have come and gone.
Some people come as a blessing and some as lessons
One day you find your love and emotions are nothing but an illusion.
Don't worry, nothing lasts forever, not even you....
So your hate or anger is not worthy enough as your view.
For learning , social values & beliefs , here we forget (lost) our own(nature)....
But nobody remembers that one day all of your pride will be gone.
I am an art composed by 206 bones
So where I am from and where i will be gone...
Hmm...I have found the answer,
We all have to go back to that state when we were unborn.
Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2014
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