True, But Strange

A dark night,

As them say

I was born

Never felt my presence

Not until

Made to drag my body

Tiring, it was 

I blossomed.

 

Harsh realities

Polluted environment

Materialistic world

Toughened me

Me!

My own sculptor.

Racing past scuffles.

 

Lo! There she was

My alter ego

Lost the world again

Happy moments

My real birth

 

Years went by

She withered

Lo! I cried

A great loss…

As they say

Life is ephemeral!

 

Moments passed – decades

Lone in the abyss

In great agony & pain

I lie

Getting late

When shall I die?

 

I know not

But then,

Will I cease to exist?

 

Or 

 

Was I ever born!