Who I am, I asked myself
without any clue
I see things appearing, vanishing, deceiving me from what's true
Have I been looking at me from people's eyes till now
I have to see with my own eyes but to begin how?
Am I that what you hear melody of grief
Or wind I am that you feel spreading some relief
Am I that who is standing at the shore with emptiness
Or the whole ocean I am, with all it's glory and fulfilness
Am I soil down to earth or sky I am above so high
So many things I do witness, still not a clue, I wonder why?
Wow... such a brilliant write, Nayyab.... a highest 10++++😘😘😘
A lovely poem. Indeed the purpose of our existence is self-discovery. We all are trying to find our true identity in a vast varied world. Well penned.
Who can answer this question? Nobody knows who he is, perhaps we are what we think. A thoughtful poem.
First of all we have to recognise ourself and then we can be able to recognise our Creator. Very intelligent questioning is present in your beautiful poem but there should also be some clue leading towards their answers, I think. Anyhow I like your curiosity too much. Thanks for sharing.
What are you not? Be all of it without a you. That's when you appear keep feeling and writing A+
Such a brilliant write, Nayyab... a highest 10++++😘😘😘
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem.finely crafted.