You Poem by Amit Narayan Satpathy

You
Are best in yourself
OK you are a stained
Glass
People have used which
And colored as they wanted!
OK
You are a silver pot
You have royal poison
And perfume!
OK you maybe a hand
Who is stained
With such blood
The smell of which
Even the choicest
Perfumes of Arabia won't
OK you are a bed of roses
Which witness
The honey nights
Of beings mortal
And the end
Of those same
Mortal beings
Maybe you wish
Let them rest in peace
OK even for a criminal
At the end
You give in to his
Right to be himself
And grant his soul
Peace!
You are but you!
You dispel fears
Take the lamp
Of light
Knowledge
Forward!
In this world
But have you removed that cloth
Let the truth be naked
That you are you
You'll be the same you
After you realize this
And with new vision
To turn your sorrows
Of being someone else
Into normalcy
Because
Inside you
Its only you who's you!
Get to yourself more!