Me Poem by K B Manchanda

The pleasant mist and droplets of the rain

paved its way through the open window pane

to kiss my face and to awake from fantasies

of which I'm fast addicted



Cool spray of love

Always I aspired

Is now touching my soul

To reciprocate I extend wide open my arms

to embrace an entity which sans shape.



I look at my reflection

To make a correction

He is no one else

But is as always: me

Whom I find besides me

So I cross my arms and hold my shoulders

to embrace the trusted and tried friend of me

Who unequivocally is ME.....