My Identity Poem by ritty patnaik

in search of identity
of my own
sometimes i might
lose myself,
in the fragrance of flowers,
lushness of green meadows.
in the blank sheet of sky,
where the rainbow arches.

in the lonesome sunny afternoon,
in the cool shade of the mango tree,
i sleep, with book in my hand.

i lose myself to the sound of silence,
in the chanting of aum.
i feel my presence, in the nectarine,
soft breeze of thespring morning,
from beginning to end of,
the vast cosmic world.
the beginning of my prayers
is the sound of aum!

on earth, i feel
i am the fertile ground,
and on a misty morning
a dew drop.

i am the blow conch,
to wake up the sleeping gods.
if you think of me as a being,
i am the tears of sorrow,
of a heaving heart, and
the fresh blood in me,
ready, to build a new world,
in protecting the greens.

from eternity i merge, with nature,
and she is my identity!