Oh my soul!
What is you are destined to be?
Why can’t you remain shapeless and careerless!
You are holding out two fingers to choose,
But why should I choose!
I want to be limitless
I want to be tagless
Could I be free just like the birds and butterflies
I can hear you chuckling at me,
With a great sigh,
Whatever,do whatever you want to do with me…
As long as Iam elastic.
But I too have a breaking point,that day you will not exist,
Because I will not.