My Life Poem by Sweta Leena Panda

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
This soil & air are my soul mate
I, now twenty years old perfect health
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart,
The passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun
Hoping for best till my death.

I passed my school days
Still some memory etched in my eyes,
Which my eyes can't forget
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Sometimes I feel,
The atmosphere is not a perfume,
It has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
I'll not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me
I'll listen to all sides and filter them from myself.

Clear and sweet is my soul,
Showing my best and dividing my cheer in the worst phase,
people discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.
People I meet, the effect upon me in my early life
the latest discoveries, inventions, societies, authors
my dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments,
the real sickness of mine created by myself,
Or ill-doing or depressions or exaltations,

sometimes I do argument with my god,
And I know that the hand of God has promised me,
The spirit of God will help me
To solve my problem when I cry for help
In the worst weather…