Who Am I? ? Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Who Am I? ?
Who am I or What am I
But an assortment of parts
Liver, pancreas, kidneys and a heart
All strung up on this bony comic frame
And in my skull the grey white slimy mass
My brain with its ever flickering ideas fast
All one day destined to merge once again
Back as top soil, blowing winds or pouring rain
And some may say that there was such as one
Such as me, good and bad, beautiful and ugly
But so unique and perhaps one of a kind
Gone to God or to the Devil, we are unsure
But gone for good and thats for sure
May his once restless soul now “rust”, in peace.............
Beautiful lines.. May his once restless soul now “rust”, in peace............. A Thoughtful write. Very true said, no answers for Who Am I? ? One's presence is felt on earth, as long as he lives. The moment he is gone, unsure where is he heading towards. The search goes on and on. People come out with different views. Still no clue it gives, from where it came and where it will go. A Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it.
Just one read and i could not help reading again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:28:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I. Like. This. I like how you say it. I like what you have to say. Like Elliot, I had to read this over and over again. You are quite a poet to turn philosophy into poetry. 10++++++++++++++++++++
Thank you Susan.......actually the question who am I, or self inquiry was a method prescribed by one of India's revered saints shri Rammana Maharishi.....