an aspect of me wants to be silent, like a sadhu, muni in mauna
another aspect of me wants to be as active as a sportsman
one other is a kavi, wants to flow in mysterious
poetry
yet another wants to be a mathematician to solve
divine riddles
a daaku in me wants to cheat and rob,
a devatha in me wants to dwell in the darbar of devendra
an engineer in me likes to redesign the universe
i am a monkey jumping from branch to branch
a cow, chewing the cud of memories
a bird, trying to fly without wings
i am an insignificant insect,
really a tiniest speck of dust
yet within this worthless cage of flesh and
bones
are truly a bundle of infinite personalities one trying excel other
a universe , compacted, packaged
delivered thru the womb of mother
what is all this, sense or nonsense?
is god, a genius or just an idiot ? or both?
i know not the truth forsooth
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