I feel that there is something
extremely fascinating in my being.
I think there is a lot more than I know
about me that I can explore.


Even apart from my life journey,
I alone am a mystery,
not just to people in my surroundings
but sometimes even to me.

There are so many aspects
in my respect.
I feel like I am a being
who lives her life in the extremes.

In my life, I am a stroller.
Everything is polar—
personality or situation—
in my relation.

Sometimes, I am completely self-aware.
Other times, I feel like I don’t know me,
like I am lost somewhere.
I am a mystery indeed.

A Mystery

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