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A beautiful poem by a beautiful soul. Thanks for sharing Ranjita!

When I search for myself
I feel I am losing myself
And as I am losing myself
…I feel like a bird
free to kiss the skies
like a bubble in the air
which loves to vanish
even by the soft touch of air
I am talking to myself
What am I?
Abrupt comes the reply
I am nothing but HE
HE, who has created this universe
And thus my search for myself ends
As I am HE, only HE, only HE…..

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