“How?!” by: Poonam

The traits that I am born with,

the talents that I owe,

all my skills & even all of my flaws,

the emotions that I nourish,

the ideas that I bestow,

the love, the chun of my willow,

my rage & my tapping toe,

my clairs & intuitions,

my unlearnings & my regressions,

my humming & my ordains,

my possessions & my pains

they are not other but me,

how can I wither myself

& say, “what is left is me!” ~Poonam