Do Come With Me Poem by Azitej Anand

Do come with me,
Go inside, deep inside, upto the groove, upto the blood, to cells:
Still far to have a defination of yours.

Do come with me,
close your eyes, feel yourself,
Right, then left, now open it,
see, Is there a Mirror or Glass:

Hold on, now come with me
how plain God created you, glass at birth,
Transparent, asyou pass every ray that falls on you,


Do come with me,
Do you find any reflection there in glass,
Yes, it's that paint that painted at birth,
As same silver paint to glass, of culture and custom:

Don't get perplex,
be calm, be human to understand:

Do come with me,
you get painted deep inside,
At first you started refracting, now reflecting:
bounces back every streak of moral light projecting on you:

I am here to help you,
come again,
Reflection is yours, the paint that painted you deep inside is same of mine,
Somewhat, not like mine ego, attitude
or social frame:

I got tensed!
wait

look inside you,
You are a glass now painted to form mirror,
Isn't strange,
mirror standing in front of another mirror:

Don't ever come with me,
we both are same,
But creation is somewhat some time better than creator:

You created me,
But you onself get created,
I even in broken shakles refelct rays,
but you at broken,
dispersing other ways: