In the midst of a thousand works,
Full of empty and juggling jerks,
I fear to forget who I am;
Am I pure or am I sham?
'Who's this? ' I sometimes wonder;
Amidst manifold tasks, I squander.
I lose my identity;
Amidst pressure and gravity,
I lose my spirit,
I lose life's tidbit;
Where is life, for sure?
Do I care? Do I cure?
I lose my entity, my entity
In the midst of millions of identity.
The manifold facades blur my face;
My smell and smile are hidden in grimace.
Who am I? Who am I?
Identitylessness makes me die.
Identity crisis is the biggest issue in someone's life which infact makes life goaless, dreamless and mu dane. The poet has v
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thought provoking poem. In this pell-mell of daily chores people are forgetting their self identities. Very nice ly crafted to make it interesting.
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