Born to them, brought up by them br Cared and wondered br Cushioned and protected br They cultured and groomed br Bringing up as the peerless one br br Now is it fair br To feel possessive? br br Born once more, a new identity br Shelving away the memories br Of caring and sharing with kin br Those years buried forever br The marriage of souls now committed br br How is it fair br To feel possessive? br br We did not bring anything br We cannot take anything br But we can think anything br And we can imagine anything br To possess and be possessed br Is the maya of our mind and heart br br Then everything seems fair br To be possessed and possessed br It is lovely to succumb to this feelbr br mandara pookalbr br