Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

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A gush of wind entered
Through the open window.
My shielded wings wandered all over
The unanswered question
which I hide in my unconscious mind,
echoed in my conscious mind.
Who am I ?
I have a heart that forgives and forgets,
I treat every one with respect and love,
But sometimes, I am short tempered
and burst out for silly matters.
My change of mood put the people in confusion.
I wanted to ask the question – who am I?
To my mother
Who blinks at me
From the bliss of heaven.
When ever I ask, she smiles at me,
But never gave an answer.
She had aims and dreams of me.
Her dreams never reached their goal.
She had to go to the eternal world.
Years rolled and rolled –
And ages have put me
In a drooping stage.
When I gathered my masters degrees,
I begged to God to make me someone special.
He gave me opportunities for a high reach,
I denied it with my might.
Earth rotated again again on its axis,
And my life too.
I reached miles and miles away from my native land,
I am in the flight of success,
And I am with out fright.
Still that question arise in my mind,
Who am I ?
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ammu sachariah

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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Preeti
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Such self-talk and questions barrage every human mind sometime or the other in their lives…nicely written:)

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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WHO AM I ?

Atma + body+ brain= WHO AM I…….

Atma: : atma is a part of paramathma but because of its desire to live separately from paramatma it has become atma ……..atma has ego that is why it got separated from paramatma…

Body : atma enjoys everything through body…..so take care of body properly……

Brain : brain aids atma in knowing what is good and what is bad….sometimes brain keeps quite and allows atma to take its own decisions……..that is why we love or hate something someone without any proper reasons ……

Laya Sarath
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Lovely aunty…I felt more or like reading the life of yours..it reflects in each line:-)

Geetha
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It sometimes needs for every person to look into himself (herself) … Just pushing ahead to heights would take one to such realms of strange identification…… crafted in a very simple style.. ammu sachariah ( @ammukutty_sachariah )

Randall Smith
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I love the way you ask the question every one wants to know but can not put into words. You can make us feel the question instead of just reading it and asking it. You can take people on a trip with you and your writing. I enjoy the trip

Monali Longmailai
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this is a superb poem! i liked it, ammu aunty!

anum
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beautiful…

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