Within I Am Poem by Nishu Mathur

Hair be raven, golden,  russet,
And eyes be ebony, green or blue,
Lips be red dipped in wine,  
Skin almond or a rosy hue.

Hands be frail, creased  with lines,
Soles worn with cracked feet,
Spine bent a storm wrecked tree,
But a voice melodic sweet. 

Waves wash in virgin waters,
Forests make a leafy throne,
Petals make a crown of blossoms,
Mountains  mould a stone.

In the eyes dance reflections,
A mirror of what I can see,
You say I am not a stranger,
Then pray tell me who I be. 

One by one, I drop a layer,  
And still I be a whole,  
Not this flesh that covers,
Within,  I am a soul.