republic day

let me be myself again,
before my other goes away.
way too far, blurred and rudderless,
drifting apart day by day.

there was a time when i;
my hands were small and fingers closed.
with speechless sounds and scene-less sights;
a child, then i was and others too old.

now that i see, say or hear.
what i wish, should i do?
when i live with you; and you.
shall i not ask, listen and do?

the sky is blue by day alone,
and sunset; yellow-orange at dusk.
lush green are the islands from above,
shipwreck red when left to rust.

the sky turns dark every night,
after a lemon sunset that's too sour to taste.
soon my greenery is your ashes; a shelter for a moment,
until the scenery slowly fade.

what if there's no light, sight or a people!
colourless, unseen nothing but vain.
before the light seize to reason,
let us simply be ourselves again.