Strange thoughts wander inside,
Unable to figure out the past,
A clear big bang blast,
Or does in there something else reside,
I learned to walk,
Step by step till I was about to fall,
Listening to your call,
I learned slowly to talk,
Painted religions taught me fires,
Burning individuality alone,
A shabby harsh tone,
Taught me to suppress my desires,
A cute smile taught me to wink,
Raising my ever dying hope,
Amazingly my mind still wandering in globe,
Searching - “Who taught me to think”.
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