I have always thought of ‘it’ as
some inscrutable enigma;
It always resides in you,
Wherever you go;
Whatever you do;
It like your shadow follows you.
You know it exists,
But are insouciant and oblivious
To its presence;
Till, at any instant, it bashes out
Intimating its existence
Its like in an ambush
Waiting…
Sometimes insidious;
Sometimes reliable;
Sometimes daring;
Sometimes outrageous;
But its unpretentious,
Insuperable
Beyond your reach;
It’s the unguarded
HUMAN INSTINCT !!!
Author notes
Well,I wrote this instinctively!
Written July 19th, 2004
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courageous composing it.
Inborn Stranger by Apurva is a mysterious perception but actually heppening truth in this world. She has curious about the truth, that's why all these plant in her poem. Anyway, she is optimestic for new prophet titling it Inborn Stranger. -
Great work! Thanks for entering!
~Jenn~
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