Who am I?
Wondering looking up into the sky.
About my existence among these people full of lies.
Fantasizing the birds flying high,
I also want to reach into my own sky.
By watching a seed giving birth to a plant,
I also want to build my Kingdom,
With all my heart.
Like a drop looses it's identity by joining the ocean,
I don't want to fall into a web of likely minded people.
In this world of people imitating each other,
I want to be recognised as 'authentic',
I don't want to become a part of 'flock of sheeps'
Instead I want to roar like a lion!!
Who rules the whole Jungle
With all his desires.
I don't want to know the purpose of my life,
Instead I want to create one!
With my experiences,
Rather than people calling me 'one of the Poets'
I want to be remembered as 'The Poet'.