It's Me

By Harjashanjeet Kaur Sidhu

You wake up — a worry

You are — in a hurry

Breathe in...to proceed;

You have dreams ...to succeed.

You spend nights discussing matters,

With your pen bleeding onto pages;

You are free to fly,

Having torn apart the cages.

You work to be known

And be remembered through ages,

Not given nor granted—

You set your own stages.

You don't hesitate before deciding

You aren't a slave where you are residing,

Not coerced by rules you are abiding

You are a free sparrow — across the sky, gliding.

You are not bound to live a certain way,

You are free to wonder all day,

You earn your own money and you write the play

You can breathe and stretch the way you may.

You spend evenings around,

And nights with stars and stream

Who are thou? Why — It's me,

Just the way I hope and I dream.

By Harjashanjeet Kaur Sidhu