Who Am I? Poem by swatee sripada

Two substantive mirrors drink thirstily

Every bit of scene that comes in its focus

A silky frail and fragile soul, even for

A ruffle of a breeze turns into a tune

Yellow green red and blue

shake hands with orange, violet,

indigo and all play hide and seek together

Finally turn around into a milky way

As tiny petite kids moving in rounds

When beauty flows as a melody into an ocean

And colours spray fragrances on earth and heaven

Where am I? what am I? and who am I?



Am I a drizzle of love?

Or a song of unseen mother’s lullaby

Or a mixture of ultimate painter’s daub?

As an insignificant infinitesimal dust particle

Why do I watch myself in a magnifying glass?

Living in everlasting clear springs

Why do I fumble for oasis?

Let me see and seek within before I

Go raking other things.