Crisis Of Identity Poem by Santosh Misra

CRISIS OF IDENTITY

A strange volcano erupted in me
That shook me altogether,
My heart started bleeding profusely
And soul was eager-
To escape of earthly emotivism.

I pondered
Ascertained a bit later that my identity is lost.
Everyone around me
All often discards me as an
exhausted cell.
And who am I is now a big question.

The house keeper engaged
but identifies me
Not as me, but as the father
of her land-lord.
And thereafter, no reasons left to disbelieve
That my identity has undergone a transformation
And me in my original address
Is a history by now.

I am now a different personality,
In my changed address,
And I am sure this history
Shall never repeat.
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