Inside Me

A poem

I am wondering, while I am wandering In the streets of nowhere How many people live inside me? Unraveling them, layer by layer

I am nothing, but a puzzle With thousand pieces, all of others Who am I without them? How am I without them?

Every time I meet someone I am no more the same person They leave a part of them Inside me…

They leave, yet they are here some how Stranger, partner or a friend In my soul, they so blend That without the part that they had left behind My soul is, but blind

But as I am, not myself, but them I see and I observe that they are too A mix of people of all hues And so, I know that They too wonder, while they wander In the streets of nowhere Looking for their new part Just like I do, to let them be Inside me.