Born to them, brought up by them <br />Cared and wondered <br />Cushioned and protected <br />They cultured and groomed <br />Bringing up as the peerless one <br /> <br />Now is it fair <br />To feel possessive? <br /> <br />Born once more, a new identity <br />Shelving away the memories <br />Of caring and sharing with kin <br />Those years buried forever <br />The marriage of souls now committed <br /> <br />How is it fair <br />To feel possessive? <br /> <br />We did not bring anything <br />We cannot take anything <br />But we can think anything <br />And we can imagine anything <br />To possess and be possessed <br />Is the maya of our mind and heart <br /> <br />Then everything seems fair <br />To be possessed and possessed <br />It is lovely to succumb to this feel<br /><br />mandara pookal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-fair/
