A LOOK-395
Do not ask me
Do not ask me
who am I.
The name of my lane,
my identity, my likes and dislikes,
my passions and ambitions,
my compulsions and priorities—
I have forgotten all these long since.
Do not ask my name,
I do not remember.
Those who had given me a name,
a place to stand on, have left me long since.
With them have gone my likes and dislikes,
my passions and ambitions,
the very priorities of my life.
And in their silent departure,
I too slipped out of myself—
unnoticed, unnamed.
Do not ask me
who am I.
I do not know.
My sky above and earth below
have left me in a no man's land,
where I float in a quiet vacuum
like an aimless cloud—
a nameless drift in a forgotten sky.
Do not ask me… who am I.
For even the echo no longer answers.
Please… do not ask me.
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
20.4.2026
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