It has been telling me <br />Many a tale <br />Of woe and joy <br />In infancy <br /> <br />I cried.I smiled <br />At the tragic tales <br />At the happy ones <br />They thought I was in pain <br /> <br />They thought I was smiling at them! <br />As I grew up, it remained <br />My companion <br />An unfailing friend <br /> <br />Reliable <br />Trustworthy <br />My bedrock; my rock support <br />My pole-star <br /> <br />My adventure <br />My silent witness <br />My direction <br /> <br />My guardian-angel <br />My journey <br />My destination too <br /> <br />This self <br />Beyond gender <br />Beyond time <br /> <br />That always floats like <br />A ripple on the river <br />That always remains <br /> <br />A lotus in a pond<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-44/
