I was born from the womb of a lioness,
In the shed of buffalo, dipped in tropical water,
A distant dream to my enterprising parents,
They wanted a different thing, not as mine,
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The life is full of riddles as this poem does. the question 'what am I' may clear many doubts and complications, but we should have the patience to untangle the thread slowly with out snapping..we are too quick to judge a person or a thing, based on the physical appearance..
Who am I? ..... A question that puzzles each one of us! The answer is..... we are a jumble of contaradictions! ! A very intriguing write! ! Enjoyed! !
living like a lion is a great thing in spite of all odds, I like.
Such a rich tapestry of thought, what we are does not have to be based on our origin but the person we want to be now influenced by all the things around us such as a culture, a person in many ways is their culture, and everything it creates shapes the person, it can be a bit of a problem if a culture is changing at a fast rate as it does now. This is a great product of a rich imagination, thank you for sharing.