I faces an identity fault in myself
Where I want an identity in this world
Beyond the faith, gender, and topography
There I expect an identity on myself.
I face an identity fault in myself
Though it created on my birth itself
But mistaken somewhere in journey of life
Identity still a crisis in journeys.
Cards on identity several I carried
But I always I am in wrong mood to carry
Misses the opportunities at large
Where it becomes an obstacle for the journey.
Identity the symbol of oneself in the world
Real identity somewhere hiding I feel
What I carry is only an identity on cards
The genuine identity must found in myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice! The real identity is man's virtues not in destructible paper