Unique (Edited)

If you bring forth a thought to compare Then you must wonder What a man I am, Awkward, No one is like me Nor do I resemble any Not even I am like the wind You can measure In volume or litre, My essence is not in any height either In length and breadth I do not spread Like the sun I do not shine I am myself, I need not be rain Nor a piece of diamond, I reflect, I glow what I am. I do not want to be a rose You can treasure The beauty in red or blue, My value is not in any color either Like sweet or sour I do not taste Like a rivulet I do not murmur. I hate to be like any one Not even I like to be beauty you can desire in thirst or in lust, My power is not in gory pleasure either In sound in song I am not born, Like a bird I do not sing Nor do I like to be a bright full moon Nor a piece of glittering gold On my own right I love to be my own- self No depth of an ocean I seek Nor do I vie the might of the sky I am what I am. - - - -x- - - - - - - - - - -x- - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - edited by Gokul Berman