Sense Of My Being Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

I often asked, who am I?
Am I as others often claim?
Or I’m what’s in my eyes
In what I used to proclaim?

I knew I could never fine
The meaning of my life
If I will never try to define
Beats of my heart and mind.

I am just but a simple man
Entwined with many plan
For the sake of my family
And glory of my country.

I am just but a small voice
So weak but dare to rejoice
With the power of my pen
To condemn who hurts men.

Each of us has sense of being
But in different perspective
But all of us has a meaning
No matter what we believed.