Whenever I try to find my new self
I look back at the old one
I collect all the broken pieces,
From the old self which is dead
And fix them with new pieces Despite starting from the new,
I find myself as the old tattered one.
There is no meaning of all these collection
The same life you have to live
The old things make me exhausted
I ask to myself what's that all mean?
Then I find a new meaning of life
I live it for my sake,
Doesn't matter old or new
It's a life of mine
And I must live it beautifully as my beautiful self.
Sneha Deb.
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Quest for New Self
PoetryFinding the meaning of life and not getting any proper meaning at all. Just live beautifully.