'i' For Identity
Way the world treats,
Makes me walk lonely in the streets,
thoughts rise and heart beats;
'What is my Identity?', thought continuously repeats;
Is it my eyes, talent or deeds??
When I was a child,
always I smiled,
meaning of 'Identity' in my brain, not compiled;
that time world made comments but were mild,
but never knew that the world was materialistic and wild........
In primary school,
I used to be a fool,
just pretended to be cool,
wanted to rule,
That time first I required my identity as my tool,
but was too small to swim alone in that pool......
Promoted to high grade,
life seemed like deck of cards, wanted to be the king of spade;
achievement needed but without any aid,
my heart never felt afraid,
won all the mind games that I played,
but suddenly shining sun covered by clouds and there was all shade,
something happened making my thoughts fade,
Search for my identity started to degrade,
degraded n degraded and soon it decayed,
tried a lot but didn't know, again from where to invade.....
Somehow promoted to secondary section,
studied point of inflection,
two laws of reflection,
wanted my 'Identity' to be my perfection,
but there were lot of directions,
so needed a proper selection,
again from this world received objection.......
From my childhood till date,
haven't achieved anything remarkable, mate;
others might call it just fate,
these words make me feel hate,
no matters I am going to walk straight,
Till I find answer to this debate.....
Searched n searched but didn't find any answer......
In what way can I define, The mere word; I?
Tell me! Where must my Identity lie?
In my blood, my past, my eye?
Copyright © Nitin Singla | Year Posted 2010
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