Who am I
Where did I come from
Questions I asked from time to time
One day I realize
It doesn’t matter
Where I came from and where I’ve been
All that matters is where I am and what love means to me
One baby step at a time, I tread forward
A minute life in the vast dreariness of life
Soon it dissipates, gushes out into the emptiness
What is left is the body I used to call mine
Was it worth it, I ask now?
To have used a life but not lived it
Would I ever be given another chance to a new life
Would I still ask – Who am I and where I’ve been
When all that mattered was what I had chosen to be
Shilpa Roy Kota 