The Pretending Souls Poem by sindhuja setti

the meanest blows of evry flower,
gave me a very thought too low for tears,
too short for fears,
deep mysterious thoughts lie in my mind,
makin me feel dumb n blind,
makin me obvious tht im haughty,
how to defend n oppose myself?
wind of thoughts is blowin like storms,
thunder shivers due t my thoughts makin me warm,
my mind is gone, im under a viel of life,
my souls are pretending tht they are min,
how to acknowledge them i know who they are?
waitin for my real soul, waitin for my real life,
crying with my thoughts,
dyiing with my life,
sorin with my acts,
living out of mind,
searchin for the soul,
living in dark, .
waitin for the light,
holdin my heart within my hands,
havin a hope of findng my soul!