Who am I...

Who am i,
Who am i,
Soul, body or a prisoner,
Sometimes i wonder, Who am i?
A soul, a body or prisoner,
A soul, who is free, don't give a damn care to world,
To ethics, to norms, to rules,,
To rituals, to bounds, to limitations;
Who is free, just want to love n b loved,
Want to fly high in the sky,
Sky of hope, happiness n fulfillment,
For whom this world is so beautiful,
Who have capacity n guts to win ,rule
N drive it as it want,
Sometimes i wonder,

sometimes i wonder,

who am i,

a soul, a body or a prisoner,

A prisoner, who knows,

the exact form n size of his cell,

who knows his limits ,

boundaries not to crossed,

sufferings even if he dares to touch them,

who forget outer world,

n just want to live in the dilemma of fulfillment,

be-fooling himself;

who don't want any hope ,happiness, or praise,

because it scares him,

make him realize ,

his real situation,

who claims to be happy in his cell,

because knows that he can't help it.

Sometimes i wonder,

who m i,

A Prisoner, A Body, A Soul,

some times i wonder,

am i all these,

A Soul who want to fly,

A Body which is restricted by norms,

A Prisoner who knows his part of world,

may be that’s why

it’s so hard to be a Women.

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