I am without me
in search of the nameless me
bereft of myself in this world
fed up with my life never lived
long cherished but coveted not
for I love me not.
I am without me
world mine all deserted
severely injured and wounded deep
me living an obscure life
with me and without my self
me moving everywhere sans me.
©®Dasharath Naik
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