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Changing Identities

Changing Identities I was born as a son to my mother and Grew as brother to my sisters I gained knowledge as a student and I moved with my dears as a friend I rushed behind the money as a worker and married a girl as her husband I had sons and daughters as a father and Chased many businesses as a topper I had son and daughter in laws as an In law and followed the words of nobles as a follower I prayed my lords as a devotee and hold a stick, wore a glass as an oldman I was taken as a procession in bed as a body and burnt in to ashes as a Hasthi I am now in the air as air Who am I? My Lord !in this world Created me with a lot of changing identities Hasthi is the ash of human body come after funeral it will be mixed with in the Holy rivers to fulfill the life of a human soul

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Date: 8/4/2009 10:01:00 AM
Good afternoon . I enjoyed reading your wonderful poem today. Love, Carol
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