Treasure Island

DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK


The Real Me


Don't look at me;
Don't look at my looks
Don't look at my appearance
My flesh losing its sheen
Soon to be torn apart
Soon to be crashed
Soon to be strewn across
Soon to perish
At the hands of time

Dive deep into my soul
And see the brightness of sun
And feel the coolness of moon
And understand the dullness of stars
And muse upon the exactness of planets
Reflection of all such realities
Writ large in my soul
The centre of attraction
Always smiling and shining never to fall
Beautiful, imperishable and indestructible
The real me dwells in soul......

Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Sunday, January 12, 2014

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A poem on who I am.....the real me.........dwells in soul.......

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