Who am I? It matters not
Just a piece of clay with a soul
Feeling, thinking, reason, thought
Attributed it to make a mold
Could dance on a toe upright
When smile was woven under light
Hurt by a simple poke of
Restlessness of my fickle mind
Squirming, wriggling in a fight
Like a decayed robot with a tool
Attaching ‘I’ to the game
I had become just an another fool
Sleeping, dreaming, walking-on
Divinity I could attain not
Walking hand-in hand with soul
Might help me discover who I am
Thank U for this award
It feels good to be appreciated
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