A limitless container
And a voiceless
prisoner.
Who, in return for
protection,
Expects nothing.
I am a lush green bed
An abode of luxury
And a face the smiles
the most
Despite any pain
That her children
inflict on her.
I am a versatile
woman
The iron supporting
her pillars
Who, in future, would
rise
To probably destroy
their foundation-
They, the strongest
and brawniest of their kind.
I am a ground base
A composite package-
One that has
everything you need.
But yet doesn't
demand a price
And doesn't imprison
you for 'thievery'.
I am a part of you.
A part of your arms,
your feet, your soul.
One that isn't
controlled by the mass in your head-
Yet, one that has but
little dictation
And a direction
that’s always ignored.
I am called your
Habitat
Rather, the habitat
of your habitat.
Having more than one
name,
And yet all the same;
Without any fame.
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