I AM…. By Rimly Bezbarua I am their Fantasy That fires their desires Their hidden longings They weave their dreams Around me But fail to make Me real. I am the “What if” Ponderings of their life That could have been But lacking the conviction, The courage to Give it a shape. I am the Cauldron Storing their panacea For heartaches Handing out magical potions That makes them whole Coming back always for more Leaving me empty. I am their Muse Inspiring them to Break into poetry Celebrating their life While all I have Are sad and broken verses. I am their Secret Their...