Real Poem by Nitya Swaruba

There are stuff here that are
Too good to be near not far
Every breath I take I realize
That heaven is not just my mind's art

The life I live is kind of vivid
Strong and placid, yet quietly lucid
All that I see is not what I feel
But the fire inside me is so very real

This keeps me alive, pushes me forward
I'll give you my word and I'll keep my word
I don't keep count, I don't think too much
If you follow, you'll know when I touch

The one you get to see, that's the real me
You know all of me, there's nothing more to see
I'm just like you, not too big a deal
You and me are the only things real.