Poetry I – I , Me , Myself

I, Me, Myself

Waiting for the storm

You say you know me very well,

Alright, what if I say you’re wrong.

You neither know my story,

Nor you lived my life .

For you’ve seen my skin,

And not the untamed world I hide.

You heard my voice, right?!, 

But how about my cribbing heart.

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I call myself an independent soul.

And all I believe is that

Your perception about me is

None of my business.

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For you’re here with me now, 

Watching and judging all my way. 

But you’ve not been here for long enough,

To watch a new life start,

Or see the run-down fire,

Deep inside my heart and soul.

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Finally,

At the end I’m left with:-,

I, me, myself . 

For I know myself better, 

And I’m never too quick,

To judge myself…………………….

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-Aanchal Parmar

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