'Moi'

Who am I or how am I, what kind of a person am I?

Shall I begin by describing my hair or first, my eyes?

I was born in the beautiful month of November,

Few days before, winter unveiled herself in her full splendour.

Born on an evening placid and sublime,

No wonder, twilight is my beloved moment in time.

A Scorpio by all means, stinging is my natural passion,

Yet, tenderness rules my loving heart, a being full of compassion.

I adore impartially, every poet, singer and dancer,

For music and art, I roam unbound like a freelancer.

I lose my patience quickly, when things don't seem to be working,

But I am equally impatient to move ahead, than sitting back and sulking.

Mostly woman, sometimes child,

I am gaining strength from life's every note and colour, fierce or mild.