Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

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My father’s daughter,
my brother’s sister,
a friend to many,
a neighbour to some,
Is that what I am?
Little more than one can see,
I am simply me.
The thought I smile to,
something that I love to do,
the words I write,
the battles I fight,
the dreams I see,
Is that what makes me?
I seek, I search, I try.
The question is who am I?

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A simple human being trying to give back something to the world in the form of art and creativity, for each piece i write is a part of me.
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Shamala Chandran
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The eternal quest to understand ourselves and the place we hold in this entire scheme of things…well said!

Viswas Menon
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yes…every individual has that quest to seek the real ‘i” ….
primarily we are all mere creations of God ….send here into this planet by Him to be a person of significance in the lives of all we meet…since God has so many things to handle…

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