-Who am I?
...A name?
...A piece of paper?
...The pigment of my skin?
.. Forms on my bones?
-Hmmm...
those may be only stamps...
Try again!
rewind: crfdjchdrchrfdsj
Who am I?
Celestial dust
the oceans nano part.
Tears. Smiles.
Peace. Joy. Sadness.
Try again!
Who am I?
Parents. Siblings.
School friends
neighbour friends
their parents their siblings
teachers coaches tutors
bosses colleagues
lovers, partners
wives husbands
children.
The children's friends
Their family
their family friends,
the friends of friends..
Image taste thought
motion...
-Stop!
Asking again:
WHO AM I?
- If not
lost thing,
than I'm
the memory
of many.
Hahaha thank you for asking: that was a playful time, I was trying to find out how could I write the sound of rewind. I was not quite happy with the choice but as any game played alone, eventually will have its time of bore. I could delete that word, not convinced yet I will think about.
Don't you dare the delete the word. It is genius and genius like this poem must be around long enough to be loved and appreciated in its totality. Don't change a thing.
the question is so simple but find the answer is very hard brilliant writted
{Who am I? Celestial dust the oceans nano part. Tears. Smiles. Peace. Joy. Sadness.... If not lost thing, than I'm the memory of many. } We are soo much it's hard to describe, yet you did a beautiful job at it. Much enjoyed! 🌵
The most difficult thing in life. Finding Oneself! Excellent poem, has a great winding flow about it. Very original
I agree with Dr Subhendu Kar. Some nice introspective thoughts and imgery.
.The pigment of my skin? .. Forms on my bones? ...................wonderful write by metaphors Who am I ' is when textured in matrix of different roles of relationship, i do admire the way you depict the text,10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a sweet memory of many. But, rewind: crfdjchdrchrfdsj What is that?