I Don'T Know Who Are Mine, , , Who Are Not......! ! ! ! Poem by Sajith Subramanian

I don't know who are mine;
who are not mine,

Though I eat three times a day,
cooked homely;
Insane life, still a fight,
gets me that lonely;

Expectations, celebrations sometimes high,
some low;
Every day, a battle day,
go hard or get hard,
I swear, I will not take
any more blow;

hey, you come as a friend, but,
don't go as foe;
life is a hard battle,
then why not play it harder,
together, you and me, can get a go,
but a feeling,
from barracks, of my soul
appealing, warning, me that;
I Don't Know Who Are Mine,
Who Are Not Mine,
I Don't Know Who Are Mine,
Who Are Not Mine.