Being You...
Being you is your own forte my dear,
Unlike being like someone else
Including me whom you call by no name.
Being you needs a phase of metamorphosis.
At times I probe into
Your entity that sans frontiers
Of folly and ego quite often.
Still you are on an orbit alien to me!
Your smile that spans your face
Your wisdom that extinguishes that of many
And your never dying spirit that holds me up often
Are my big wonders, dear one.
At times I crave for you
But quite often flee from you.
For a while I search for you
But miss to see you by me!
Being you is an evolution of the sort
And I have to long for being one like you
As being me is a hurdle for now.
Be there my dear to amaze me ever, that`s my plea.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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