In the darkest of nights,
a thought strikes
Who am I?
This anatomy? or the years?
my religion? or my heritage?
What describes me?
A paper of review? or my merits?
my customs? or my vogue?
Not sure if this midnight skepticism
will ever meet,
its echo even if it creeps,
into the blush of dawn.
But don't judge me by what to see,
coz what you see may not be me;
it may just be what the world wants to see.
P.S. The painting above is of Leonardo da Vinci
Nice... that's a great question "what defines me?". What was your inspiration for this ??
ReplyDeleteYou don't believe me but I got up in the middle of night and wrote this( U will find the time on FB ;)). There was a trail of thoughts running in mind about me and so this happened in the midnight :D. I some how have a feeling its my personal best because others happened reading others, but this happened reading myself :).
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