Another poem from PROF

43. Is it yours....

Why do you cling,
to everything, as if,
you created something out
of nothing, in defiance of the
universal law;
Why do you make an
exclusive property,
of not just things, but
people and emotions too;

Can you just tell me,
one being who brought
Something along before the
first cry; or at least one
who took something along,
at the last breath;

This sun, moon, breeze,
stars, space and time
Is it yours exclusively
to mix and match?
If only you see the truth
and let go of the ghosts
instead of wrapping yourself
like a touch-me-not
to enclose your small world,
you will see the world
without a blindfold!