Monday, April 2, 2007

Conscience

The Air I breathe, is the same as you
The scents I smell, you smell too

We feel the same, touch on us
Then why is there, such a fuss

That You and I are not one
We're not same, but different

For when my thoughts, go in vain
You're the one, who feels the pain

And when of truth, I lose sight
You're the one, who finds me right

I think I know now, who you are
It seems I need not, look too far

You're part of me, but not the whole
You're my conscience, you're my soul.

Suresh Nair

(Apr 07)

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