Who Am I ?

Who Am I ? short poem

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When I look into the mirror
I see an unknown person
There ain’t a gleeful smile
Happiness evades him for a while

The eyes were happy sometime ago
A different person I used to know
A satiated soul, was on a roll
He went seamlessly without a goal

What went wrong I reckon till today
Perhaps a traveller who lost his way
Forced to live a life
Where numbers have a say
In a materialistic world
Like cattle, he would stray

What looks into the mirror
Ain’t a satisfied soul
He doesn’t laugh with ease
His innocence takes a toll
He wanders away in darkness
Searching for an endless goal

However, he can smile again
Can make peace at work
Can give away all that pain
In this pursuit of happiness
Let go off that strain
With your heart in the right place
Just dance in the mystic rain !

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A young budding engineer who loves to write. It gives me a temporary refuge from reality. While I self introspect, I end up using references from my own life into my stories and poems.
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prabitha balasubramanian

Profound and well written. Hope you write more.


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