Mine, by my mother’s whispers
Or my father’s reaffirming gestures,
Mine, like a royal seal
Bestowed upon a Naval boat.
Mine, by a promise
Mine, by pure luck
Mine, by the truth of a heartache
Mine, by fierce persistence
Or self-motivated determination
Mine, so I can disown
This greedy soul so
It cannot uphold.
Mine, like the guarantee
Of a picturesque sunrise,
Or a glorious peacock throne.
Mine, with wrinkles on my face –
These years, witnesses by force.
Mine, by church bells,
Attending in obligation.
Mine, a spring that
Will not be immortal,
A summer in chaos,
An autumn dancing in grace,
A winter covered by that white blanket.
Mine, your heart, –
A dice in sky,
This heart always juggling
To make it its landing spot.
