Ode To An Incomplete I Am Poem by ashok jadhav

O Incomplete 'I Am, ' a soul yet formed,
You wander realms of questions and of doubt;
In your unfinished self, both torn and warmed,
The seeds of being stretch their roots throughout.
You glimpse in fleeting mirrors who you might be,
Yet shadows linger where the light should grow;
A work in progress, restless, striving free,
Unfolding slow where only patience knows.
Not broken, though your edges rough and bare,
Not lost, though paths are tangled in the mind;
Each stumble shapes the self with tender care,
Each faltering step new clarity will find.
O Incomplete 'I Am, ' embrace the climb,
For wholeness blooms through effort, space, and time;
The self is forged where striving meets the flame,
And from your fragments rises your true name.