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DAYS PASS BY AND I SIT AND WONDER.............. WHY AM I? WHO AM I? ALMOST LIKE A PRISONER I SIT IN A ROOM PAINTED ALL IN WHITE WHERE I HAVE ONLY FOUR WALLS TO SEE ME AND FOUR WALLS TO SPEAK. I ASK WHY AND WHY ME? THE WALLS SEEMS TO SAY ABSORB I ASK WHO AM I? THE WALL REVERBERATES......... I?I?I?I? LIKE A BABY WHO WRINKLES BESIDE THE MOTHER FOR SHELTER I TRY TO GRASP SOMEBODY ALAS I HAVE NO LEAN ON TO HOLD ON TO I HAVE NOTHING BUT TO CRY ALOUD....... AND THE WALL SAYS THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE AND INDIVIDUAL AND SO WILL YOU BE YOU WILL BE A OAK YOU WILL SURVIVE AS AN OAK IN THE MIDST OF ALL THIS I FELT A WARMTH ENVELOPING ME AND HEARD A MUMMER TOO "YOU ARE NOT ALONE" NANDINI MUKHRERJEE