Who Am I Poem by Hassaan Ahmad Noori

Like a Carving; but some thoughts in my heart
there I stand, facing the azure sea, like an art.
Parallel to the receding Sun, my thoughts are also evanesce
But the wave in my heart, never let them fade.
I stand their in; under the beautiful sky,
Introgating myself
WHO AM I

Am I the son of Mary; or the ritual of Krishna.
Am I the shadow of Mahatma, or the soul of Teresa.
A son like Sharavan; or Eklavya as a Teachers' Pride,
Still questioning myself
WHO AM I

Am I Hitlor the dictator, or Alexandar the Great
Am I a thought of Aristotle, or a science of Einstein
The bravery of Herculous or the beauty of Hellenas' eye.
Still wondering
WHO AM I

A victim of Godhras' riot, or a soldier of war fight.
Or a "Mother" who cried for hour and hour
for her son died, when the two plane crashed into the tower.
Am I a Muslim or a Hindu; a christian or a Jew.
AM astray and closed my eyes…
Still searching my Identity
WHO AM I.