When You Find The Code
when you find the code of my secret
do not tell me about it. Be silent as i have been silent.
it is not my own making, it has been there.
i have nothing to do with it, it has been embedded to the inner
skin of my birth. Blame me if you will. Tell me i am the dirt of the earth.
it does not matter.
it is my duty to breathe. I take in the air and fill my lungs.
I nourish this body. This is all i have.
I am not mine. Neither do i belong to you.
Someone put me here and he does not tell me who he is.
Or where i come from.
I grow like a tree without my own mind.
I spread like the moss, without my volition.
I have no direction like the monsoon wind.
I have no light like the sun.
I do not borrow any like the moon.
I float like any cloud. And i will not complain.
This is myself. I do not even know now what this means.
I am alive. That is what i only know.
I will die. That is what i can see with the rest of those
who like me are innocent of our own crimes.
Judge me. I shall have no ears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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