The unknown me...
I have an amazing gardena secret lonely place
where I meet myself and seek pardon
for all I am supposed to do ,an dont,
for all I had done which i am not supposed to do
this garden is full of flowers ,
exceedingly beautiful
for I am their creator,mentor and gardener
the fruits too are sweet
for at times they are forbidden,
sinful and lusty
the only road is inside
there is no coming out ,I am the holder of the key to paradise
talk, preach, argue
laugh ,cry,shout
all forms of communications are mine
I am the Master of this secret garden.
Sorry ,but I cant let u in .its the only place
where I meet myself,
the self which no one knows
the self which is weak ,sinful,broken ,
the unkown me.
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