The act called 'proving'

And this is an adventure of the ordinary memories
You can sway them away as a complete yawn,
Laugh at it as the grim humor, or saunter through its streets guilelessly
You can convulsively play with them at your own risk
And when once when you are through with them, you bade a good bye.
They are blatant and livid, abstract and obscure
They can whet your appetite and yet have the mettle to fawn your interest.
For they are part of you and only you can dispose them.

And I here my dear
Would like to tickle your brain a little
Only you can answer me this riddle
For my mind cannot bear.

Scuttle through your memory
Go past the slings of youth
And let your forbearance take you to childhood.
Now since you’ve travelled to the faraway but known lands
Tell me do you ever see someone asking to prove who you are??

Can you prove me you’re a man, or you’re spiritual or you are alive?
Then how can you conclude sitting there that I am lying?
It’s a doubt
I am just confirming it.
You shouldn’t have grudge coz that’s the way it is.

And this is an adventure of the ordinary memories
That I will sweetly remind you
When each time you will ask me this question
That why am I giving you justification!!