Neither do I nor do you know
what we are made of.
Saying we are of blood and flesh
bones and nerves in abundance
skin and hair most visible
give us a picture of outside perception
The inward eye and heart
the feeling and expression
the sentiment and experience
go to work on the blood
giving it a tension and hypertension
call upon the flesh mostly
allowing it to sag and grow baggy
try to make the bones brittle and worn out
while the nerves get a break down
while the skin wrinkles and loses shine
and the hair 
recede and falls
leaving one aged and bald,
Can anyone tell me what we are made off?
authentically and in a promise.
Meenas Poems 