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