In a world where the external is everything,
And productivity is everything that matters.
Do I count for anything?
When troubled, going through perilous waters?
You can say I am nothing but the ash on a stone.
Or a frayed satin ribbon.
But without the ash no Shivling* can be adorned.
So, stop the lying and the fibbing.
Value me, oh value me for who I am.
Not what I give or what I do.
I am a human, not a statue.
Don’t judge me on my life,
On what I want or whom I woo.
So, I ask you again to look at me.
Am I enough?
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