PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Who am I ? I oft ask myself

"A Biological Machine" thought I

Till I began to feel happiness looking at birds fly

"A skin flesh bone blood contraption ?"

No ! I realized when I recalled my moms affection

Millions of love bulbs glowing bright and clear

Holding together the feelings of those near and dear

My first cry when I was born

Sucked air into my dormant lungs

Seeing with my dazed and amazed vision

Still I do not have a clear perception

I don't understand my own supercomputer

My brain often plays tricks on me

Making me see things which others do not see

I try hard to sever my brain from my heart

But never succeeded my heart always sang

Songs of freedom ,songs of happiness,peace

My brain succumbed played the tune of the trees

My eyes looked at the high majestic mountain

Somewhere I thought lay the Magic Fountain

The Fountain of Wisdom of the things above

I still look for it awake or asleep

The gorges on the way are extremely deep

The climbs en route are awfully steep

I prefer to dream of the Fountain and fall asleep

©bishu