A Confused but True Confession
Just me and my unknown identity in the known world ....
Who am I? I wonder and ask…
For every relation I wear a mask,
Multiple identities for each different role,
Such is my life...God bless my confused soul!
To my parents I am a bundle of expectations,
For my teachers I am the object of their instructions,
To my friends, their buddy with wine,
For my lover, I guess her perfect rhyme!
Who am I? I wonder…
To my servant I am his stringent paymaster,
Whereas to the weary shopkeeper I’m just another customer,
To the waiter in the restaurant I am the patron waiting to be flattered,
To the hateful neighbor, the source of nuisance whose house remains tattered!
To the fellow-motorist I’m the cause of road-rage,
I am the sinful jailer to the bird in a cage,
To the blood-sucking mosquito I am a delicious meal,
And to the damsel on the road, (sadly) the target of her heel!
Who then, am I?
A son, a pupil, a friend or just another ordinary guy?
Or am I a mosaic of these images of me?
Live life upon others’ perception; is that how I should be?
Such an outlook will surely take its toll,
For to each his own, but none identifies the whole!
So I think I realize the solution to my difficulty,
Who I am can now be answered for a certainty.
Who I was at the time of my creation,
Before the manifestation of thoughts, emotions & a deluded imagination,
Strive no more shall I to find,
Coz’ I am but a reflection of my mind!
For every relation I wear a mask,
Multiple identities for each different role,
Such is my life...God bless my confused soul!
To my parents I am a bundle of expectations,
For my teachers I am the object of their instructions,
To my friends, their buddy with wine,
For my lover, I guess her perfect rhyme!
Who am I? I wonder…
To my servant I am his stringent paymaster,
Whereas to the weary shopkeeper I’m just another customer,
To the waiter in the restaurant I am the patron waiting to be flattered,
To the hateful neighbor, the source of nuisance whose house remains tattered!
To the fellow-motorist I’m the cause of road-rage,
I am the sinful jailer to the bird in a cage,
To the blood-sucking mosquito I am a delicious meal,
And to the damsel on the road, (sadly) the target of her heel!
Who then, am I?
A son, a pupil, a friend or just another ordinary guy?
Or am I a mosaic of these images of me?
Live life upon others’ perception; is that how I should be?
Such an outlook will surely take its toll,
For to each his own, but none identifies the whole!
So I think I realize the solution to my difficulty,
Who I am can now be answered for a certainty.
Who I was at the time of my creation,
Before the manifestation of thoughts, emotions & a deluded imagination,
Strive no more shall I to find,
Coz’ I am but a reflection of my mind!
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