My mind, a curious cat, drowning in the sea
Of profound question of who am I to be?
Beyond my identity granted at birth in free,
For life till death, A tag to carry on my head
Perhaps, my label is the role, I'm meant to sway,
With or without the free will, my character at play,
Unknowingly revolving around it day by day,
To feel special in my own unique way
With these tags stuck on my face,
I become 'me' not a part of 'we' race,
Humans, meant to bond in unity,
Yet, these tags only lead to singularity,
Concealing our authentic genuine selves,
Leaving us to ponder, solely ourselves,
'Who are we meant to be? '
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