I am not water
that you can bend 
nor I am soil, divine.
I am Wind of Change
that no one can break or bind.

I am my own Individual
My own Inspiration
My own Objective.
I am not Subjective–
to Bitterness in my Heart
Hatred in my Eyes.

I am a Quiet Storm
and Harsh Breeze of Time.

Don’t try to make me your Slave
Don’t try to bind me in your Values
I Love and Hate at same time,
and have a Temper I am bound to.

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