All I have Is all I garnered for myself?
Across my lifespan in active working space
Configurations of social conventions
Intertwined one into another
Blossoms on which the roots of “mine-ness"
Far fetched in recognition
Vivid imagination though
Continue to tie pieces together
As one long entwined creeper
Evolves as fresh green shoots
And colourful blossoms
Time for jubilation at the outcome of one’s innings
A great feeling
To sit back and ponder on how will I breathe my last breath?
Curiosity beats me at this one!
