Who Am I...? Poem by Randhir kaur
Who Am I...?
Who know me?
I ask t'will nocturnal does flee.
Diurnal I wake my slumber,
And my ear hears a clamour.
I live in a house where zilch dwells,
Tell where I pertain my lord, thus everyday I ring your bells.
Poetry scheme-aabbcc
Technique-Nano-tale (soliloquy)
All she hears is the shouting. The shout of silence where no one stays.
Thus, she ring the bells of Masjid, Church, Mandir, Gurudwara..to ask the same but she is left unanswered.
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and so vivid in the Questions! Most often the shout goes in winds! Our Minds are our Temples! ! if we make them as! ! Nice write thank you for sharing. 10+++! ! !
Beautiful lines penned here dear poet....even this is a question that keeps on pounding my heart too.....so relatable Thanks for sharing :)
thus everyday I ring your bells. Lovely Lines you dear Poet! ! ! Thank you for sharing the Thoughts! 10+++! ! !
With many questions than answers. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/24/2024 10:12:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ear hears a clamour. During complex condition very often mind wanders and a person searches for identity. Concentrating in self and connecting God solve our problems. A philosophical poem this is....10