FIGMENT OF IMAGINATION

 

I am a figment of your imagination,

 Merely product of your creation,

 Fabrication of mind conjures up things,

Then it takes wings and opinion swings.

“Who am I", answer will elude, as you seek,

Am I good or bad, strong or just weak?

Am I unique one? or just like anyone?

Am I the real? or pretending to be someone?

Is it the poetic me? or the musical me? 

Is it the friendly me?, or the hateful me?

Is it the parent in me? or the  child in me? 

Is it  the perfection in me?or the fault in me?

Is there saintliness in me?, swindler in me?

Is there goodness in me?, emptiness in me? 

Is there a fighter in me?, an imposter in me?

Am I the genuine me? or the pretense in me? 

I don many attires, you can't find out anyway, Can you Peel off layer, unmask me someday?

What you think is  a conjecture of your mind,

Just treat me just as one of the human kind.

© K.Radhakrishnan