I am not the name my parents gave me <br />I am not a university degree <br />I am not what I seem to be <br />“Who Am I”, “Who Am I” <br /> <br />Whatever I posses will one day wither <br />Yet I scurry about hither and thither <br />I am that which is subtler than ether <br />“Who Am I”, “Who Am I” <br /> <br />My physical body changes every twenty one days <br />My mind tricks me in so many different ways <br />Only my soul cries out constantly and says <br />“Who Am I”, “Who Am I” <br /> <br />I do not have one identity <br />Many roles I have played throughout eternity <br />I ask this always and hold on to my integrity <br />“Who Am I”, “Who Am I” <br /> <br />There is no one but Me to answer this query <br />It will be revealed to me when my ego I bury <br />Reverberating until, with my Source I merge and marry <br />“Who Am I”, “Who Am I” <br /> <br />I am not my turbulent mind <br />Which strives to be only one of it’s kind <br />If I heed it, Myself I fail to find <br />“Who am I”, “Who am I” <br /> <br />Eons have passed, time is high <br />My heart is heavy and deeply I sigh <br />In the guise of happiness internally I cry <br />“Who Am I”, “Who Am I” <br /> <br /> <br />24.06.2009<br /><br />Bindu Vidyadhar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-231/
