He gripped my hand firmly in a handshake and said, “Tell me about you”
Before I could say anything he said, “Let me rephrase that, tell me something more about you than I already know. What are you, Nish?”
Hmmm, what am I? I can be a lot of things within, it just takes time to know me. I am not what you see. As Iago says in Othello, “I am not what I am”,
I am,what I can be. I can be:
The early sunshine that brightens up your day,
The hectic red in the Autumn leaves,
The winter chill that brings you cold
Or the golden glow from your fire place.
I can be,
The gentle wind beneath your wings,
The caring hand on your fevered skin
The tempest that can rage and kill
Or the smile on your lips when the world is torn.
I can be what I want to be. But tell me, what do you want me to be?
i read your last post ‘I watched an angel sleep’ and the poetry at this end of this post was as good… you should know that you are really talented
Thanks maldivianpoet.. I hope you enjoy reading what I produce