In the dark and stormy night
I fell asleep,
At midnight I dreamt that
I had lost my human identity,
It was a horrible dream for me,
I cried and cried
In deep pain and agony,
But nobody came to rescue me.
A sad but brilliant and reflective write. Our ideals and identities today are shaped by outside influences we have no control of, or even worse are unaware of. If one loses his/her identity in a world of the unidentified, who is left to rescue anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awful nightmare turned to a wonderful poem