Myself - Poem by Deepti Agarwal
Today is the need to look
deep within This living book
that I call Myself.
Let me dust off the corner
& lift it down from Life's high shelf;
Dig deep into forgoten chapters
which long ago ceased.
Let me bring them to light
the secrets never exposed;
Let me study it for lesson
That should be recorded there.
Test them for its value -
were they Honest? Fair?
Let me search the answer
why this book is on high shelf -
I hope to find the reason
For this book I call Myself.
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