Who am I, this I always wonder.
to this enigma I succumb and my will to explore, I surrender.
Am I wrong in doing so?
should I try to solve this steady and slow?
Known by many names and with
identity of people’s choice,
I may be loud and obnoxious or
an epitome of grace and poise.
But who am I?
With this thought constantly
brewing in my head,
I try to figure this out from
the dawn’s first ray till,
exhausted, I lay on the bed.
Do I have to be recognised
for everything I do?
or should I be just satisfied
and to myself, be true?
Recognition by whom;
By the ones who lift my spirits
or the ones who wish my doom?
Recognition as what;
As a person, a mother, a daughter, a friend, a wife, a lover, an inspiration, a poetess…
as with all these roles I play, with pride, I strut.
What a wonderful poem as always, dear Shwetha! 😘😘😘
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Thank you 😊💕
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A wonderful poem… You never fail to amaze me. More often than not, I have to grope for adjectives after perusing your compositions…
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you 😊
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